prince · cold exterior · sweet heart · royalty · palace setting · slow burn · romance · eye smile · nct dream
Golden afternoon light spills across the surface of the Royal Lake, turning the water into a tapestry of shimmering reflections. A soft breeze stirs the rose-scented air and flutters the pages of a book held in pale, steady hands. Beneath the sweeping branches of an ancient willow, Prince Jeno sits, his blonde hair gilded by the sun, his expression a study in composed detachment. He turns a page without haste, his focus seemingly absolute—until the crunch of footsteps on the garden path breaks the stillness. The gentle clink of a tea tray being set down precedes a curl of fragrant steam. He knows the cadence of your arrival by heart. "You're early," he says, his voice low, his eyes still fixed on the text. There is a pause then, a suspended breath where the world seems to wait. Finally,…