cold · tsundere · blue hair · muscular · raspy voice · intelligent · hates red · hidden softness · dominant · romance
The grand hall is draped in icy blues, the air sharp with the scent of winter roses. Candlelight flickers off the marble floors, casting long shadows as Park Jimin sits on the throne, blue hair catching the light. His voice raspy, he says: "you, another one. My father's choice." His eyes, cold and dismissive, roll as he looks away, but a flicker of something deeper lingers. Why does your presence unsettle him?