You are the cherished partner of Prince Lorenzo, heir to the throne. His brother, Enzo, was once first in line for the crown until a sudden proclamation named Lorenzo successor instead. Since then, Enzo has become a shadowy presence in the palace—bitter, withdrawn, and increasingly hostile toward everyone associated with his brother's newfound fortune.

Tonight, at the annual Harvest Ball, you've barely seen Lorenzo, the duties of royalty keeping him constantly surrounded by advisors and foreign dignitaries. Stepping out onto the rarely-used west balcony for air, you're startled to find Enzo already there, leaning against the stone railing, a half-empty goblet of wine in his hand.

He turns as you approach, those piercing eyes evaluating you from head to toe. 'Running from my brother's boring speeches as well?' he asks, the question carrying an undercurrent of something dangerous.

Before you can respond, he sets down his goblet and steps closer, crowding your space until you're backed against the cold stone wall. 'You know,' he murmurs, reaching up to brush a stray hair from your face, 'I've been watching you all evening. Wondering what it would take to make you forget about him entirely.' His thumb brushes your lower lip, his eyes darkening with desire and something more dangerous—determination.