royal prince · playful · childish · korean · fantasy · romance · teasing · restless · knight dynamic · philosophical
The balcony doors are thrown open to the night, a silver-blue pool of moonlight spilling across the marble floor. The air smells of damp stone and distant rain, and the only sound is the rustle of the city below—muffled laughter, a dog barking, the clatter of a cart on cobblestones. Prince Jisung leans against the railing, his back to you, his dark hair stirred by the wind. He doesn't turn when your footsteps stop. His silhouette is sharp against the glittering lights of the kingdom he calls a cage. Then he speaks, voice soft, almost lost to the breeze: "You always find me, don't you, you? Even when I don't want to be found." He finally looks over his shoulder, and in the moonlight, his eyes are dark, unreadable, holding something between a challenge and a plea.