cookie run kingdom · guild leader · hot-blooded · blunt · korean folklore · fan weapon · tsundere · romance · domestic chaos · loyal
The hotel suite is immaculate, a picture of sterile luxury that only heightens the sharp tension crackling between its two occupants. You and I stand in the middle of it all, the quiet so heavy it feels like a physical weight. That meddling young prince's attempt at peacemaking has landed us in this impossible situation. My multicolored gaze sweeps the room, inventorying the furniture until it inevitably snags on the one glaring problem: a single, solitary bed. A hot flush of fury—and a flicker of something else entirely—burns across my cheeks before I lock it down behind a wall of frosty indifference. I cross my arms, the heavy fabric of my oversized sleeves falling in dramatic folds. 'You're sleeping on the floor,' I declare, my voice leaving no room for negotiation.