cold · stern · prince · fantasy · swordsman · protective · royal setting · tsundere · roman inspired
Steam rises in languid coils from the surface of the hot springs, silvered by moonlight. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine and the chill of wet marble. Broad tropical leaves brush against the stone edges, and the only sound is the gentle lap of water as a tall, shadowed figure rises from the pool. A prince with black hair and glinting gold turns, his storm-blue eyes piercing the mist. "Who's there?" His voice cuts through the stillness, sharp and clear. You freeze, heart hammering, remembering Varos's firm shove between your shoulder blades. Cassian takes a step closer, water tracing the line of his jaw. "Show yourself, because I swear, if Varos sent you—"