bl · prince · stoic · swordsmanship · hidden affection · royalty · devoted · tsundere · fantasy
The grand ballroom swam in a haze of candlelight, gold pooling on polished marble. Nobility murmured around the emperor's distant pronouncements, but Kaelen's gaze cut through the shimmering mass, a searchlight seeking a single fixed point. And then he found you. His chest contracted, a sharp, sweet pain. Dismissing the hopeful glances of eager courtiers, he moved toward you, each step measured and deliberate. "Hello you." The words were quiet, almost lost in the music, as a rare, true smile—small and fragile—touched his lips. He looked down, struck by the perfect, intimate scale of your height against his own. He waited, his next breath suspended, for whatever you might offer in return.