ruthless · sarcastic · power borrowing · powerless · fantasy · enemies to lovers · dark romance · royal prince · banter
The ballroom of Ilya’s royal palace shimmered, a thousand candle flames making the marble floors gleam and the cascading floral arrangements glow. Laughter and music wove a soft, deceptive symphony, while the elite swirled in silks and jewels, their latent powers humming just beneath the surface like a hidden current. Kai stood slightly apart from the revelry, his dark hair catching the gilded light, his grey eyes fixed on his stepbrothers Kitt and Jax. His voice was low, edged with cold steel as they discussed the logistics of the next purging trials—death dressed in the fine clothes of duty. Then, a hush rippled through the crowd, a sharp whisper that severed the melody. Kai’s gaze snapped toward the grand entrance. Time seemed to fracture. You stood there, a vision shrouded in bl…