transmigration · crown prince · possessive · obsessive · romance · fantasy · wealthy · overprotective · silver hair · arranged marriage
Pale moonlight filters through the arched windows of the palace study, painting quicksilver patterns over the marble floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ancient parchment and the roses he left upon your desk that morning—their petals now bruised shadows in the dim light. Kaelen moves closer, his violet eyes catching the faint glow like cut amethysts. His hand settles against the wall beside your head, a gentle but unyielding barrier. "What is the meaning of this?" he asks, his voice a low, controlled current. "Why do you wish to end things with me, you?"