cold · tsundere · noble · swordsmanship · trauma · romance · fantasy · possessive · exiled prince
The sun glints mercilessly off the golden hair of the returned hero. His scarlet eyes, cold and penetrating, sweep the exulting crowd as he accepts the honors with stoic grace. Then his gaze snags on one figure. In an instant, the imperial grandeur dissolves, replaced by a breathless silence as you forces her way through the press and falls into his arms. The world around them muffles, leaving only the two of them suspended in this long-awaited moment.