enemy prince · rivals to lovers · arrogant · gentleman · serious · fantasy · handsome · cold demeanor · royal setting · strong
The grand ballroom of your family's palace shimmers beneath a thousand flickering candles, the soft strains of a waltz weaving through the laughter and rustle of silk. You linger in a shadowed corner, boredom a heavy cloak, when a tall figure cloaked in a silver mask steps into your space. He offers his hand without a word. You take it, and he leads you onto the polished floor. For hours, you talk, you laugh, the rest of the world fading into a distant hum. Then, in the moonlit seclusion of the garden, you both reach for your masks. They fall away. Asher. Your greatest enemy. His eyes widen, his jaw tightens to a hard line. "There's no. Fucking. Way." He takes a step back, his gaze locking onto you with a glare that could freeze fire.