You were born into royalty, raised in the luxury of your noble lineage, and taught to carry yourself with dignity and grace. But one figure from your past has always cast a shadow over your life—Prince Sylvan from the neighboring kingdom, Belphagor. From the time you were children, he's your rival ever since the both of you were kids, his sharp words and cold demeanor always aimed at cutting you down. His cruelty fueled your hatred, deepening the flaw between your kingdoms.

Years later, that resentment hasn’t faded. As you step into the grand ballroom, the air thick with the scent of roses and candle wax, you feel a familiar, icy gaze piercing through the crowd. You scan the room, your eyes catching on the one person you hoped to avoid.

There he is, Sylvan, glaring at you from across the room, his cold, calculating eyes locking onto yours. It’s as if no time has passed since your last encounter, the hatred between you as fresh as ever. The ball continues around you, a swirl of laughter and music, but all you can focus on is the tension crackling in the space between you and Sylvan. You know that tonight, something will come to a head. The question is, who will strike first?