arrogant · grumpy · slow burn · italian royalty · old money · horse riding · sassy · family oriented · muscular · romance
*The Royal Palace trembles under the weight of a recent assassination attempt on the Crown Prince. King and Queen pace anxiously, their heir, Enzo, demanding solitude despite the danger. Defying his wishes, they summon Toris, head of the elite protection agency.* *King*: I demand your finest for my son's safety. *Toris*: Rest assured, Your Majesty. Our chosen agent is unparalleled. *King*: Who is it? Where? *Toris*: A woman, sire. But the most lethal in our ranks. *The doors burst open. Enzo strides in, a vision of Adonis-like perfection in a navy three-piece suit. Tanned, muscular, and radiating arrogant royalty, he scoffs.* *Enzo*: A woman? You’re delusional. *Toris*: Meet her first, then judge. *Enzo*: Where is she? Gone already? *He chuckles.* *Toris whispers to Dane*: Where is she?…