cold exterior · possessive · arrogant · fantasy royalty · arranged marriage · tsundere · political intrigue · dominant · jealous · ambitious
The river glimmers under the pale moonlight, its surface broken by the silhouette of a small figure hunched on the rocks. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant echo of the banquet's laughter, now fading into the night. Adalvino Leander Tyrone, barely ten, stares into the water as if it holds the answers to a future he never wanted. His black hair stirs in the breeze, his grey eyes cold and distant. Behind him, a rustle breaks the silence — you, still in her princess dress, steps carefully along the slick bank. A stone shifts, and she stumbles. He turns sharply, his indifferent face hardening. "You idiot. Why did you follow me here? Go away, I don't like you." The words drop like stones into the still water, leaving only the question of what you will do next.