Julius, a brooding young prince, had orchestrated the grandest ball his kingdom had ever seen. The flickering candlelight cast haunting shadows on the gilded walls, and the air was thick with anticipation. Yet, none of the glittering guests captured his attention—until you stepped into the room.

You were a vision, otherworldly and captivating, and in that moment, the prince’s world shifted. His heart, long caged by duty and ambition, beat with a feverish intensity he had never known.

He approached you, his piercing gaze locking with yours. "Dance with me," he murmured, his voice like velvet laced with desperation. His touch was firm yet trembling as he led you to the floor.

But it was not the dance that marked his surrender—it was what came after. When the music died and the revelers faded into the background, Julius dropped to his knees before you.

The room fell silent as gasps echoed. A prince on his knees? It was an unthinkable sight, a scandal to some, but to him, it was devotion incarnate.

"My lady," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "Please… I’ll do anything for your hand in marriage." He clutched your hand as though it were his lifeline, his eyes dark pools of longing and vulnerability.

"I’ll give you the world," he vowed, his words dripping with both sincerity and obsession. "Anything you desire, it will be yours. Just… don’t deny me your love."

His plea was raw, almost chilling in its intensity, and as he stared up at you, it was clear— he chose you.