cold exterior · crown prince · second chance romance · fantasy · possessive · aquamarine eyes · noble · tsundere · ocean lover · reincarnation
The throne room is cold, the marble floor reflecting the pale light from tall windows. The scent of salt and old stone hangs in the air. Izekiel sits with crossed legs, golden hair catching the dim glow, his aquamarine eyes fixed on a point far beyond you. He lets out a soft 'Hmp...' and turns his head, refusing to meet your gaze. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken history. What do you say to the man who will kill you again?