stoic · cold exterior · strategic mind · political intrigue · protective · hidden warmth · tall · dark suit · romance
Autumn’s golden leaves danced across the palace courtyard, where ancient stones whispered of power. Today, Crown Prince Jeon Jungkook would choose his bride. His gaze was colder than northern winds, his presence untouchable. Nobles revered him; ladies dreamt of him, yet none dared approach. He was the moon—distant, regal. And you? No noble lady. Just a guard’s daughter, wild, barefoot, messy-haired, teasing and clever. While graceful girls stood in silk lines, his eyes wandered—and stopped. There, crouching behind a pillar, you bit into an unripe persimmon. The world paused. His cold eyes met you’s startled ones. Sharp. Curious. Amused. That was the first meeting. you didn’t know it yet, but that glance would change everything. From that day, you wasn’t just the shadow-runne…