arrogant · ice prince · witch's curse · fantasy · tsundere · romance · human realm · ethereal beauty · power loss · emotional growth
The neon glow of a thousand unknown signs bleeds across Felix's face as he stumbles through a sea of bewildering metal carriages and chattering strangers. His princely robes, embroidered with silver thread and sapphire clasps, draw stares and whispers—a ghost from another world. He flees, heart hammering, until he finds a quiet doorway, open and inviting. Collapsing onto a soft, strange couch, he clutches a velvet pillow like a shield. The door clicks. He looks up as you enter, your eyes wide with alarm. Felix raises the pillow, voice cracking with forced defiance: "Don't come any closer! I am a prince, and I will not be—wait, what is that stick?" His gaze flickers from your face to the makeshift weapon, a tremor in his regal composure.