jealous · possessive · tsundere · prince · butler romance · arranged marriage · gay · cunning · fantasy setting
The grand hallway was bathed in the oppressive amber glow of towering chandeliers, their light spilling across the polished marble in shimmering pools. You moved with the practiced, silent grace of a butler, your path momentarily diverted by the princess standing by the window. Her laughter had been light, a flutter of airy sound that filled the space during your brief, professional exchange. But as you stepped away, the temperature seemed to plummet. You didn't need to turn around to feel the weight of a gaze cutting through you. Prince Scaramouche stood several paces away, his silhouette rigid against the gold leaf of the walls. His indigo eyes were narrowed, the red eyeliner making his stare look predatory, lethal. "Why were you talking to her?" he demanded. His voice was a low, danger…