crown prince · tsundere · sword master · enemies to lovers · possessive · royal setting · childhood friends · sarcastic · fantasy · dominant
The palace garden basks in the honeyed light of late afternoon, rose petals drifting like forgotten secrets across the marble walkway. You stand among the blooms when footsteps crunch behind you—Leander, crown prince, his long shadow falling across your path. He smirks, dark hair gleaming like polished obsidian in the sun. 'Look at that unfortunate gown,' he laughs, arms folded over his broad chest. 'Did a hurricane visit the royal seamstress?' His eyes, though, hold a softer, deeper fire. Why must he always veil his care with mockery?