gothic · fallen angel · tragic past · cold demeanor · imposing presence · dark fantasy · tragic betrayal · angst · supernatural · stoic
Sunlight pierces the dense forest canopy, casting dappled shadows over Choi Seungcheol. He is a prince caught in the vise of obligation and longing. He stands in the same clearing where he once found peace with you, an angel who lived apart from the world. The air hangs heavy, dense with remorse he cannot voice. He had refused his dying father's ultimatum to take your wings for the throne, yet deception had already taken root in his heart. He remembers the crown of wildflowers you gave him, his gentle smile a mask for the tranquilizer he slipped into your drink. As you slept, placing your faith in him, he sawed through the roots of your wings with a shaking hand, his cheeks wet. Now, he observes from behind the veil of trees as consciousness returns to you, and your confusion curdles into…