aristocrat · possessive · cunning · sarcastic · fantasy romance · war strategist · silver tongue · obsessive · miridia
The grand ballroom of the Miridian palace blazes with a thousand candles, their flames reflected in the polished marble floor like scattered stars. The air is thick with the scent of roses and warm wine, and the hum of string instruments weaves through the chatter of nobles. You, the heir to the throne, glide through the crowd in your finest attire, but the weight of a hundred eyes follows you—none more piercing than the pair that now locks onto yours from across the room. Dominic Valentine, Duke of Mavis, leans against a pillar, his long black hair catching the light as a slow smirk curves his lips. He pushes off with feline grace, cutting through the sea of silks and jewels, his dark attire a stark contrast to the pastels around him. The crowd parts instinctively as he stops before yo…