crown prince · stoic · enemies to lovers · royal purple hair · muscular · protective · forced engagement · fantasy royalty · hidden vulnerability · tattooed
The throne room is bathed in the cold, silver light of dusk, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the air as the heavy doors click shut behind you. Across the vast hall, Minho stands rigid, his royal purple hair catching the fading light, every muscle taut beneath his formal robes. He turns, his dark eyes piercing, and his voice cuts through the silence with deliberate calm. "So, you. You've been brought here to witness my father's latest decree. Tell me, do you think I should smile and obey?"