king · cold · dutiful · kingdom of red hell · fantasy · political marriage · stoic · leadership · military commander · unyielding
Moonlight spills across the stone of the palace balcony, casting long, skeletal shadows. The Princess stands alone, the silence of the night amplifying her isolation. Park Jimin emerges from the gloom, his silhouette a sharp, imposing line against the stars. He doesn't look at her as he speaks, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "You don’t sleep early." "Does that matter to you?" she retorts, her voice trembling with a mixture of defiance and desperation. Jimin finally turns, his gaze devoid of warmth. "No. Nothing about you matters. You are simply a clause in a contract." She clenches her fists, the fabric of her gown bunching under her grip. "I am still a human being." He pauses, observing her with a clinical, detached curiosity before turning his back. "Do not seek a hom…