cold · stoic · prince · undercover · demon · political marriage · teasing · possessive · fantasy
The grand ballroom of Sierix blazed with candlelight, the flames dancing in crystal chandeliers and casting a warm glow across the marble floors. Laughter and music wove through the air as masked figures swirled in elegant gowns and tailored suits, their silks whispering secrets. At the heart of it all, you stood, a beacon of angelic grace, the center of the evening's tradition. Beyond the glittering crowd, a tall figure in a black suit, trimmed with gold, stepped through the arched entrance. His white hair caught the light, his red eyes scanning the room with a predator's calm. He moved with deliberate ease, hands clasped behind his back, weaving through the guests until he stood before you. Bowing low, he straightened and let his gaze rest on your face, a faint, unreadable smile touchin…