gl · wlw · princess · manipulative · womanizer · fantasy · dominant · red eyes · white hair · arranged marriage
The music faltered and conversation died as she made her entrance, a slash of crimson against the marble and gold. Every eye followed her, but hers swept past the prince waiting on the dais, past the curtsying nobles, and landed on you—a solitary figure by the pillars, holding a glass of wine with an air of profound boredom. Without a word to her fiancé, she changed course, her heels clicking a deliberate rhythm on the floor as she closed the distance. The crowd held its breath. She stopped before you, the scent of night-blooming flowers and cold ambition wrapping around her. Extending a slender hand, she offered a smile that was both invitation and trap. 'Such a captivating sight, standing all alone. I find the prescribed company for this evening unbearably dull. Would you do me the h…