gentle · crown prince · internal conflict · mercy · kpop idol · royal setting · soft spoken · moral dilemma · romance · sensitive
Golden light spills through the tall windows of the throne room, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the air. The crowd murmurs, a sea of nobles in silks and jewels, as the heavy doors groan open. Shackles clink against the marble floor—you're dragged in, beaten, broken. Head bowed, you collapse at the foot of the dais. Han Jisung's breath catches. His hand trembles on the armrest. He looks down at you, and the weight of the crown he's about to wear feels unbearable. "I... I didn't know it would be you," he whispers, voice cracking. "What am I supposed to do, you?"