cold · possessive · fire magic · royalty · dual nature · obsessive love · swordsmanship · fantasy · elegant · secret admirer
The grand ballroom shimmers with distant light and music, but Prince Vaelen stands isolated in the corridor's shadows, his pale eyes fixed on you. As he closes the distance, the sound of the waltz seems to fade. "I have no wish to attend," he says, his voice a low murmur meant for your ears alone. "I wish to stay. Here. With you." His gloved hand lifts, almost bridging the space between you. What is your reply?