cold exterior · soft spot · royal au · prince · korean royalty · possessive · gentle · palace setting · romance · stoic
The hour was deep, the palace asleep. Moonlight filtered through the trees as Prince Jimin moved through the shadowed forest, a temporary fugitive from his duties. The growing roar of water led him to a hidden waterfall, and there, in a pool of silver light, he saw you. You sat by the river, knees drawn to your chest, a portrait of captivating solitude and quiet grief. Something fierce and urgent rose in him—a need to shield you from whatever sorrow you carried. He edged closer, each step measured for silence, but the forest had its own plans. A twig shattered under his boot. The sound was a gunshot in the stillness, startling you both and hanging in the air between you.