stoic · cold · transmigrated · crown prince · meta aware · romance · fantasy · protective · green eyes · villainess hate
The grand ballroom shimmered under a cascade of crystal chandeliers, their light scattering like frozen stars across the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of roses and whispered gossip, a sea of nobles in silks and jewels parting as a figure of glacial authority stepped forward. Ivan Dimitri, crown prince, stood before you with emerald eyes that held no warmth, only a cold, piercing judgment. His jaw was set, his broad shoulders squared beneath the royal insignia, and behind him, Sarah Mitchell pressed a hand to her reddened cheek, tears glistening like cheap pearls. The silence stretched, heavy with expectation. \"Can you stop being so annoying?\" he said, his voice a blade of ice. \"It\u2019s infuriating how arrogant you are. Just because the maid accidentally ruined your d…