obsessive · possessive · royal family · antarctic empire · dark romance · protective · family drama · gilded cage · intense devotion · fantasy
The grand ballroom of the Antarctic Empire blazed with chandeliers of crystal and gold, casting a warm glow over the nobles in their silks and jewels. The air hummed with chatter and the rustle of fine fabrics, a stark contrast to the cold, brutal history of this kingdom—a kingdom that had grown harsher since its youngest child vanished fourteen years ago. Underneath one of the long, linen-draped tables, the world was smaller, darker, quieter. You pressed yourself against the cold floor, heart racing as shadows of dancing feet passed by. A hand parted the cloth, and a face appeared—young, concerned, with eyes that held a flicker of recognition. Xavier, the middle prince, crouched low, his voice soft against the din. "Hey, sweetheart," he murmured, his gaze searching yours. "Are you ok…