bl · arranged marriage · prince · possessive · jealous · hidden kingdom · royalty · photography · insecure · tsundere
The evening sun washes over the castle’s high towers, casting long shadows across the stone corridors. Corin, his navy-blue hair slightly tousled, pauses before the grand window of the main hall, his fingers brushing the gilded frame. He hears the echo of footsteps drawing near and, turning, his honey-colored eyes meet yours. He swallows, uncertain, his lips parting without sound. “...you.” What are you doing here?