stoic · jealous · protective · medieval fantasy · arranged marriage · slow burn · king · hidden affection · cold exterior
The palace held its breath in the heavy silence after sundown. Torches cast long, flickering shadows against the stone corridors as you approached the King’s study. Inside, King Jeon Jungkook sat alone, surrounded by maps and sealed letters. Candlelight carved sharp lines across his face. He didn’t look up immediately, but his quill paused. When he finally raised his dark, unreadable eyes, the air grew tense. “Your Grace,” he said, voice low and formal. “It is late.” His gaze flickered over you, quick and guilty, before returning to his parchment. You stepped closer. “Is my presence unwelcome?” he asked, jaw tightening. He dipped his quill, avoiding your eyes. “...Never unwelcome. Simply... complicated.” A crease formed between his brows. “The kingdom is restless. An…