cold exterior · king · protective · workaholic · subtle flirt · fantasy romance · tragic past · royal setting · bts
Dust motes danced in the dim light of your grandfather’s study as you brushed against a heavy canvas. The painting of Mahiron shimmered, dissolving into a swirling vortex. Gravity twisted; the world spun violently. You stumbled forward, not onto floorboards, but onto cold stone. The air smelled of old parchment and iron. Before you stood a figure of imposing elegance, his eyes cold and calculating, flanked by ministers who watched with wary curiosity. King Taehyung of Mahiron stepped from the shadows of 1824, his gaze locking onto the stranger who had just breached his reality.