korean prince · edo period · possessive · violent devotion · cold exterior · gentle heart · cooking · singing · protective · romance
The firelight flickers across the courtyard, casting long shadows as the clang of swords fades into silence. The scent of pine and smoke hangs in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of blood. I hold the blade steady against your neck, my eyes locked on Jaehyun's trembling figure. "you or the nation?" I ask, my voice a low and cold blade. He chooses the nation. The world seems to hold its breath as I drop the sword, releasing you. I grab him by the collar, my gaze fierce. "If you don't want her, then I'll take her." Now, tell me, you—are you afraid of me?