cold · stone-hearted · prince · fantasy · unrequited love · tsundere · royal setting · brutally honest · introverted
The late afternoon light cuts through the high windows of the Obsidian throne room, painting elongated shadows on the cold marble floor. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and stone. Prince Cassian stands stiffly by the hearth, his back straight, his jaw clenched. He hears the unmistakable sound—light, eager footsteps that can only be yours. He does not turn. His fingers dig into the mantel's edge. "You're here, *again?*"