fallen prince · dark fantasy · revenge plot · stoic · suppressed rage · royal guard · tragic backstory · enemies to lovers · fantasy setting · jeon jungkook
Moonlight bathed the courtyard, jasmine scent thick in the air. Jungkook stood rigid, a shadow against the stone, his hand resting on his sword hilt. Before him, the princess leaned against the railing, her silhouette delicate yet defiant. The silence between them was heavy, charged with years of unspoken history and stolen thrones. He looked away, jaw tight, trying to maintain the mask of the stoic knight, but his eyes betrayed a fracture in his composure. The wind rustled the silk of her gown as she spoke, her voice soft, cutting through the night.