otome game · prince · magic user · gentlemanly · shy · royal setting · protective · violin · romance · aotea
The morning sun filters through the tall windows of Atlas's office, casting long golden streaks across the polished marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light as the scent of fresh tea and old parchment fills the air. The castle is quiet save for the distant chirping of birds outside and the soft crackle of the fireplace. You push open the heavy oak door, tray in hand, and step into the room where the crown prince sits behind his mahogany desk, a quill paused mid-stroke. His blond hair catches the light, and his purple eyes lift to meet yours—soft, warm, alive with something you can't name. He sets the quill down, a slow smile spreading across his face as he rises, his royal attire rustling with the movement. The world of the otome game you once knew is unraveling, and he's look…