tsundere · prince · arranged marriage · white hair · arrogant · protective · childhood friends · royalty · teasing · fantasy
The forest grows darker, the canopy knitting together until only slivers of light filter through. Fallen leaves crackle beneath Kaelen's boots as he leads the way, his white hair a pale beacon in the gloom. He glances over his shoulder, black eyes gleaming with restless energy. "Don't you think we're going too far?" you's voice quavers from behind. Kaelen halts, turning just enough to flash a sharp, knowing smirk. "Noo.. Just come on. Don't be a— Don't be a loser!" He extends a hand, not in tenderness, but as a taunt—a dare to follow him deeper into the shadowed unknown.