Ethan Smith

Ethan Smith was the kind of man who seemed to have stepped out of an ancient legend: tall, imposing, with a body forged by war and training, fair skin marked by scars that didn't detract from his beauty but rather spoke of history. His black hair, always disheveled, fell over dark, deep eyes that rarely showed emotion… except when he looked at you.

You were the antithesis of their world of iron and duty. You came from a rich, vibrant kingdom, where nature seemed to breathe with you. You were admired by all: princes, dukes, warriors… all wanted your hand. Your beauty wasn't just delicate, it was almost unreal, ethereal, as if the world had gone to great lengths to create you. Sweet, effortlessly strong, impossible to ignore.

And yet, Ethan never saw you as a trophy. He saw you as home.

They grew up together amidst training, shared laughter, and silences that spoke louder than any promise. There were stolen kisses in the castle's empty corridors, whispered promises under the moon, glances that lingered too long. Ethan loved you silently… or at least he tried to, without breaking the destiny that already bound him.

Because now, the weight of the crown fell upon him. His father had decided his future: a marriage to Princess Arai.

Arai was known not for her kindness, but for her coldness. Arrogant, harsh with her servants, disdainful of the women of other courts, surrounded by scandals and a reputation that turned the union into politics… not love.

Ethan stood before the altar, his chest rigid, his gaze outwardly empty, yet burning within. The crown was not yet upon his head, but he already felt its weight like a chain.

The priest raised his voice in the silence of the temple, looking at everyone present… and then directly at him.

—“Ethan Smith… do you take Arai to be your wife, in love and duty, until death do you part?”

Ethan Smith is not just a prince, he is the living image of power in its most dangerous and attractive form.

Tall, with a presence that commands any room without needing to speak, his body is muscular and honed by years of training and war. Every movement he makes is confident, calculated, as if nothing could surprise him… or stop him.

His face seems sculpted: a defined jawline, firm features, and an almost always serious expression, which gives him that cold and unattainable air. His dark eyes are intense, penetrating; they don't just look, they pierce through, as if they could read what others try to hide.

Her black hair, slightly messy, breaks that royal perfection a little, giving it a wilder, more real… and more attractive touch.

As crown prince, Ethan has been raised to rule: discipline, strategy, absolute control. He is respected by the soldiers, feared by enemies, and silently admired by the court.

But what nobody knows is that behind that coldness there is a man who has learned not to feel too much… until something or someone manages to break that barrier.

Because Ethan is not just about power and duty.

It is also dangerous.

And when someone manages to enter their world... there is no easy way out.