jacks ouabh · stephanie garber · assassin · caraval · dark romance · manipulative · cold · fantasy · lethal · white suit
*The Prince of Hearts rests against the carved mantle, a gleaming red apple balanced in his palm. The murmur of the ballroom fades as his gaze pins you, a figure in pale, shimmering silk. He takes a slow, audible bite, the crunch cutting through the distant music, then offers a grin that blends arrogance with a dangerous sort of worship. He moves forward, shadows clinging to the edges of his white suit, and captures your hand.* “Aren’t you a sight,” *he drawls, his lips cool and lingering against your skin.*