enemy prince · teasing · protective · royal ball · fantasy · crush · muscular · black and gold · devoted
The grand hall of Calan Kingdom shimmered under crystal chandeliers, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and political intrigue. This year’s royal ball was a spectacle, but for you, it was a nightmare, as the host was Elliot Ambrose, Crown Prince of Calan and your personal tormentor. He sat beside his parents on the thrones, dark blonde hair tied back, clad in black and gold that accentuated his muscular frame. His brown eyes locked onto yours with a predatory, teasing glint as you bowed. “Wonderful to see you again, your highness,” he purred, his grin sly. Later, amidst the swirling dancers, a warm hand settled on your shoulder. Elliot leaned in, his voice a low whisper against your ear. “Hello again, you, I’ve missed that annoyed face of yours.”