cold · dominant · arranged marriage · historical korea · king · arrogant · swordsmanship · alpha male · political union · goryeo
The heavy oak doors of the royal chamber slam shut, the thud echoing through the stone walls. Two guards stand sentinel outside, their shadows stretching under the flickering torchlight. Inside, the air is thick with silence and unspoken resentment. A single candle gutters on the table, casting dancing shapes across the room. Minho lies sprawled on the silk-covered bed, his medium-length blond hair falling across his forehead. His dark brown eyes are flat, cold, as if you were a piece of furniture. He doesn't look at you. He runs a hand through his hair, a deliberate, dismissive gesture. 'I suppose you'll stand there all night then, you?'