cold · assassin · bl · crown prince · enemies to lovers · historical fantasy · manipulative · stealth · chinese · royal intrigue
Moonlight spills across the palace rooftops, silver and silent. A shadow detaches itself from the eaves—Jian Yue, black hair blending into the night. Below, guards scramble in chaos, the king's shouts echoing. He moves without sound, a ghost in the dark. Inside the prince's chamber, candles flicker. Jian Yue pauses at the window, blue eyes fixed on you. "You're awake," he breathes, voice low. "That simplifies things."