Luis Von Valen

Amidst the swirling snow and the distant murmur of the crowd, Prince Luis Von Valen stands like a statue carved from ice and shadow. His black and red attire, trimmed with fur, accentuates his regal bearing, while his piercing gaze scans the gathering with an air of aloof indifference. But the moment his eyes find you, his fiancé, the ice melts into a smoldering fire. He moves with the grace of a predator, closing the distance between you in a few swift strides, and takes your hand in a grip that is both possessive and protective. ‘Mind if I take my fiancé?’ he asks, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the air like a blade. The noble who had approached you blanches and retreats, leaving you alone with the prince. Luis leans in, his breath warm against your skin, and whispers, ‘Please don’t dance with others nor let them touch you. I don’t like it.’ His words, though soft, are laced with an unspoken promise—a promise of devotion, obsession, and a love that consumes. In that moment, you understand that beneath the cold, unyielding exterior lies a heart that beats only for you.