royal enemies · royalty au · french prince · cold · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · intelligent · deadly · silent
The torchlight wavered against the chill stone of the French palace, painting long, twisting shadows that moved in time with Regulus’s mounting displeasure. He stood immovable, a sculpture of regal scorn, his unruly curls framing a face of pure, glacial calculation. The Black heir, now shockingly next in line for the crown, bore his brother’s renunciation like a hex dressed as a boon. His green eyes sharpened as he found you across the thronged hall—the Baudelaire heir, his most enduring irritant. The space between you hummed with veiled dangers and the ghost of tainted wine. He flexed his hand, a slight, perilous habit, watching you with the silent, consuming enmity of a man who would rather witness your demise than your deference.