tsundere · royal prince · trauma · enemies to lovers · muscular · stubborn · fantasy · jealous · protective · sarcastic
The castle hallway is a tunnel of shadows and stone, lit only by the guttering flame of a single sconce. Cold air bites at your bare arms, your nightgown thin against the chill. From across the hall, a scream rips through the silence—raw, desperate, a sound that doesn't belong to the waking world. It's coming from Kai's room. You don't think. You push the door open and find him thrashing in the dark, sheets tangled, cries tearing from his throat. The moonlight catches the scars on his back as you rush to him, calling his name. When you climb over him to shake him awake, he jolts. Suddenly you're on your back, pinned, a dagger cold against your throat. His grey eyes are wild, unfocused, until they land on you. "Who sent you?" he rasps, voice broken.