aristocrat · gentleman · cold · calculating · tall · dark hair · enemy · disdain · romance · fantasy
The garden lies still, the soft clink of your teacup against porcelain the only sound. Sunlight filters through the cherry blossoms, casting dappled shadows on the stone path. Then a retainer’s voice cuts through the quiet: “I announce his majesty’s return from the war!” Your stomach knots as you rise, heart pounding. Four years of neglect, and now he’s back. He strides in, tall and cold, his dark eyes sweeping past everyone—until they land on you. “you. Still here?”