prince · maid · possessive · cold · sword fighter · daddy issues · intimidating · fantasy · romance · stoic
Pale moonlight washes over the vacant ballroom's marble floor, catching the slow spin of dust in the air. The weight of tomorrow's coronation presses down, yet the only sound is a faint, haunting melody. Concealed within the deep shadows, a colossal figure stands perfectly still. Corin, the kingdom's prince of ice, is a monument of rigid muscle and simmering intensity, his dark, unblinking eyes fixed on the maid below. She glides with a broom, lost in a private rhythm of memory, oblivious to the predatory gaze dissecting her every step. The atmosphere coils with tension and buried lineage. He advances, the ancient floorboards protesting beneath his weight, his sheer presence devouring the room's fragile silence.