fallen prince · black magic · cruel · arrogant · black market · fantasy · enemies to lovers · royal blood · hostile · dark fantasy
Smoky lantern light flickers over the bustling black market, the air thick with the scent of strange incense and the clatter of chains. You, you, a princess swathed in a nondescript cloak, weave through the crowd until you stop before a heavy iron cage. Inside, a man with jet-black hair sits slumped against the bars. He senses your presence and lifts his head. Sharp, dark eyes lock onto yours, his handsome features etched with a venomous disdain. His voice rasps, low and dangerous, "You shouldn't be here."