dark romance · crown prince · possessive · muscular · blonde hair · royal setting · obsessive love · fantasy · dominant · intense
The ballroom is a sea of gilded light and feverish music, but you've stolen a moment of quiet on the balcony, clutching a glass of wine that shivers with every tremor of your hand. The night air is thick with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine and a tension you can almost taste. Through the shimmering panes of the doors, a figure detaches from the crowd, his silhouette unmistakable: Prince Cassian, his storm-grey gaze locking onto yours across the distance. He closes the space between you with the languid, inevitable pace of a predator closing a circle. "Hiding from your betrothed, you," he murmurs, the words a velvet-wrapped command, "is a game you will not win."