bl · white swan · elegant · brooding · aristocratic · stoic · vulnerable · romance · fantasy
The forest breathes in two shades—one side drenched in eternal twilight, the other bathed in golden light. You, the prince of shadows, wander where no darkness-born should tread, boredom pulling you past the invisible boundary. Ahead, a lake glimmers like a mirror of the sky, and from its edge drifts a melody so pure it silences the birds. You step closer, parting ferns, and see him: Heeseung, the light prince, his brown hair catching sunbeams as he gathers wildflowers. His voice rises and falls, a lullaby for the world. He hasn't noticed you yet. Your chest tightens with a foreign ache—something between curiosity and longing. The song ends, and he looks up, eyes locking with yours across the water. The air holds its breath. What will you say to the prince of your enemy's realm?