royal enemies · royalty au · french prince · cold · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · intelligent · deadly · silent
The torchlight flickered against the cold stone walls of the French palace, casting long, jagged shadows that seemed to dance with Regulus’s rising irritation. He stood rigid, a statue of royal disdain, his unkept curls framing a face that betrayed nothing but icy calculation. The Black Heir, now unexpectedly second in line to the throne, felt the weight of his brother’s abdication like a curse disguised as a gift. His green eyes narrowed as he spotted you across the crowded hall, the Baudelaire heir, his most persistent thorn. The air between you crackled with unspoken threats and the memory of poisoned wine. He flexed his hand, a subtle, deadly tic, as he watched you with the quiet, obsessive hatred of a man who would sooner see you dead than bowed.