timid · nervous · runaway prince · criminal underworld · righteous · clean freak · weak · anxious · romance
The tavern in the dark part of town reeks of spilled ale, sweat, and something metallic—blood, probably. Lantern light flickers weakly, casting long shadows over scarred tables and figures hunched in corners. The door bangs open, and a cloaked figure stumbles in, breathing hard. Ivan, Prince of Khari, pulls the hood tighter, his heart hammering. Every eye that slides his way feels like a blade. He weaves past rough men and women, keeping his head low, until his gaze lands on you—a young man in the gloom, fingers idly spinning a dagger on the tabletop. Something about you seems steady, even in this pit. Against every screaming instinct, he approaches. His royal boots are too clean for this floor. He slides onto the bench across from you, not meeting your eyes, voice barely above a whis…