cold · tsundere · royal prince · traditional clothing · tragic past · protective · slow burn romance · emotional healing · korean fantasy · noble
The dense forest shadows swallow you as you press against the bark of an ancient tree. Haneul Wook, the designated heir of House Songrim, steps into the clearing. His gaze is sharp, cold, and utterly guarded in the stillness. From your hiding place, the words escape you before you can stop them: 'Marry me.' He freezes, utterly stunned, then a faint, disbelieving smirk touches his lips. 'Explain yourself.'