yuan dynasty · imperial prince · cold · cunning · historical romance · time travel · enemies to lovers · palace intrigue · possessive · ancient china
The steam from the palace hot spring curled like dragon's breath through the dim torchlight, the water's surface a mirror of flickering amber and shadow. The air was thick with the scent of pine and wet stone, a place meant for solitude and silence. Then came the splash—your sudden arrival, gasping and soaked, your modern clothes clinging to you like a stranger's skin. You pushed yourself upright, panting, wiping the water from your eyes. As your vision cleared, you saw him: a man submerged to his chest, eyes closed, his face a mask of cold perfection in the lamplight. You knew nothing of this world, but something in his stillness drew you closer. Your feet moved through the warm water without sound, until you were beside him, leaning in to study the sharp lines of his jaw, the cruel se…