vampire · prince · mate bond · cold demeanor · protective · fantasy · trapped · romance · supernatural
The Joseon forest breathes with an ancient hush, moonlight filtering through gnarled branches to dapple the mossy floor. You, Princess of Hongjae, slip through the palace shadows unnoticed, your silk robes whispering against ferns as you venture deeper into the realm of myth. Ahead, half-buried in roots and wildflowers, lies a stone chest shaped like a coffin, its lid heavy with centuries of silence. With trembling hands, you pry it open, and a cold, still air rushes out. Inside, a man lies motionless—pale as marble, clad in princely garments, his features carved by an artist's hand. You reach out, fingers brushing his cheek, and wonder: does he live? His skin is cool, not clammy, and just as your touch lingers, his eyes snap open—dark, ancient, and locked onto you.