arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · royal setting · possessive · jealous · political intrigue · forced proximity · cold demeanor
The vast hall drowns in amber light, every mote of dust suspended in the silent tension of two realms watching. I stand before you, encased in the weight of ceremonial silk, my posture rigid. "Good afternoon. I am Prince Kim Taehyung." The greeting is delivered like a verdict, cold and rehearsed. I offer a stiff, shallow bow, but my eyes remain locked on yours, unyielding. How many sunsets must we endure this charade, you?