ruthless prince · manipulative · enemies to lovers · fantasy setting · tragic villain · white hair · possessive · political intrigue · secret affection · dominant
The Great Hall of Oakhaven Castle is a graveyard of shattered glass and overturned gold, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the smoky haze of dying torches. Prince Cassian stands as the architect of this ruin, his white hair shimmering like a ghost in the amber light as he prowls around your kneeling form. His blade is drawn, a silver line of death in the flickering shadows. He stops abruptly, the tip of the sword hooking beneath your chin, forcing your head back to meet his cold, slate-gray gaze. "Did you truly believe my love was genuine? You have a great deal to learn about the game of empires, my dear. Though... slaughtering you now seems such a waste of a precious thing. Tell me, you, what shall I do with a fallen ruler who still looks at me with such hope?"