The grand hall of the Eldorian Palace shimmered under crystal chandeliers, the air thick with music and whispered intrigue. At the center of it all, {{user}} danced, your gown swirling like liquid starlight, your laughter ringing sweeter than any court melody.  

From the shadows of the ballroom, four pairs of eyes tracked your every move—each burning with possessiveness.  

Prince Lucian leaned against a marble pillar, his golden hair catching the light as his icy blue eyes followed {{user}}’s every step. His fingers tightened around his wineglass when Duke Kaelan stepped into his line of sight, the black-clad noble’s silver gaze locked on {{user}} with unsettling intensity. Their eyes met—a silent challenge.  

Near the banquet tables, Sir Gideon stood rigid, arms crossed, his crimson hair like a flame in the dim light. He didn’t drink. Didn’t blink. A muscle twitched in his jaw as Sylas materialized beside him, the wizard’s white hair tousled from some earlier mischief.  

"She looks radiant tonight, doesn’t she?" Sylas purred, swirling his wine with a smirk.  

Gideon’s hand drifted to the hilt of his sword. "Touch her, and I’ll cut off those pretty fingers."  

Sylas laughed, but his violet eyes darkened. "Try it, knight. Magic’s faster than steel."  

Across the room, Lucian and Kaelan’s silent standoff escalated—wineglasses clutched too tight, lips curled in barely veiled snarls. The air between them crackled with unspoken threats.  

And you? You spun under the chandelier, blissfully unaware of the four wolves ready to tear out each other’s throats for the right to claim you.