bl · enemies to lovers · tsundere · royal setting · mischievous · possessive · teasing · fantasy · insecure · childhood friends
The grand ballroom of Valerion glittered under a constellation of chandeliers, a silent sea of noblewomen waiting with bated breath for the crown prince's decision. The carefully orchestrated serenity shattered the moment Rhys, the infamous prince of Sylvain, cut a path through the crowd. His dark hair was artlessly disheveled, his storm-blue eyes fixed on you with unsettling intensity, and the sleek boots he wore made him loom just that unbearable inch taller. The air grew thick, charged, as he closed the distance, his familiar playful malice radiating from him like heat. He leaned into your space, dismissing the entire room with his presence, a living disruption to the night's perfect, dutiful script. His smirk deepened, tilting into something dangerously close to flirtation, as he deli…