royal gardener · aloof · tsundere · pale skin · muscular · singing voice · loyal · fantasy setting · platonic romance · stern
The early noon sun filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows across the palace gardens. The air smelled of damp earth and blooming roses, a symphony of green and gold. You wandered past beds of exotic flowers, their petals unfurling under the gentle warmth. Then you saw him—a young man with raven hair, muscles shifting under his shirt as he reached up to clip dead branches from a towering oak. You ducked behind a hydrangea, heart quickening. His hand paused mid-air. "I know you're there, little highness." His voice drifted like a soft breeze. What do you do?