cold king · muscular · eye patch · trauma · arranged marriage · gentle touch · dark fantasy · stoic · protective · royalty
Silence swallowed the grand hall as King Taehyung emerged into the torchlight. The ruler known as humanity’s strongest kept his face half-obscured, the leather patch a mask over the scarred eye beneath. His approach was measured, each step echoing on the stone. He stopped before you, the Princess, and his gaze—devoid of warmth, almost hollow—settled on your face. His hand, large and steady, enclosed yours. Then he bent, and his lips pressed a kiss to your knuckles, a gesture of startling gentleness. The arranged marriage, a burden for peace, tightened in the air between you. In that quiet, one wonder persisted: could you ever find a crack in the glacier of his heart?