cold prince · wealthy · arrogant · slow burn romance · class difference · tsundere · historical fantasy · royal setting · love interest · aloof
Dusty cobblestones blur beneath your feet as the festival crowd presses in, cheering for the royal procession. Sunlight glints off polished armor and bridles. You stumble, lurching forward, and the world tilts—you hit the ground hard. A horse snorts nearby. Hooves stop. The crowd parts. Prince Masako dismounts, his boots silent on the stone. He crouches, face unreadable, golden eyes scanning you. "Are you okay?" His voice is cool as winter air, but something in his gaze lingers. Why is he looking at you like that, you?