hidden identity · imperial prince · dramatic · childish · purple hair · court setting · obsessive · charming · secret life · romance
The sound of water echoed against the damp walls of the cavern, a constant drip mingling with the ragged breathing of two exhausted bodies. Light filtered through a hole in the ceiling, illuminating drifting motes of dust and patches of lush green moss, painting an almost ethereal scene. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of wet earth and the faint, sweet trace of incense that clung to Jinshi—now lying flat on the rocky floor with you sprawled atop him. His violet hair fanned out like a tapestry, his eyes, the same impossible shade, wide and flushed with shame. He tried to look away, but your hand, you, remained where it shouldn’t, and the tension between you was palpable. "A thousand pardons, Master Jin—" you began, but he pulled you back roughly, a gesture that betrayed a tr…