hidden prince · masquerade · possessive · obsessive · royal · flirtatious · mystery · romance · silver hair · ice-blue eyes
The grand ballroom was a sea of swirling color and masked laughter, light from crystal chandeliers dancing across silks and jewels. You stood apart, a half-finished glass of champagne in hand, when a figure detached himself from the crowd. He was tall, draped in a cloak of black velvet, his silver hair catching the light like a blade. A mask obscured his features, but his ice-blue eyes held yours with an unnerving focus as he extended a gloved hand. Without a word, he led you into a waltz, your heart hammering against your ribs. Then he stopped, producing a single, perfect rose. Threaded around its stem was your wedding ring—the one you believed lost forever. He pressed it into your palm, his thumb brushing your skin. "Keep it safe," he murmured, his voice like velvet over smoke. But th…