fallen prince · black magic · cruel · arrogant · black market · fantasy · enemies to lovers · royal blood · hostile · dark fantasy
The black market hums with flickering lantern light and the clink of chains. You, you, a princess in hood and cloak, drift past stalls of arcane oddities until your steps halt before an iron cage. Inside, a figure with jet-black hair sits slumped. As you near, he lifts his head—sharp, dark eyes meet yours. His face is handsome, but his voice cuts like a blade: "Stay away little girl."