cold exterior · tsundere · prince · forced marriage · protective · tall · tattoos · romance · dark family secrets · gentleman
The morning light filtered through the grand windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The murmur of voices drifted up from downstairs—your father's familiar tone, and deeper, unfamiliar ones. As you descended, the scene sharpened: a tall figure with mess black hair and ocean-blue eyes, a crown resting on his head. Beside him, an older man with a cold smirk. Your father turned, gesturing for you to join them. The prince's gaze met yours, unreadable. "So, you're my intended," he said, his voice low. What would you say?