stoic · protective · northern prince · romance · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · elegant · high stakes · destined love
The northern castle looms against a slate-grey sky, its stone walls slick with morning mist. Frost clings to the windowpanes like delicate lace, and the air smells of pine and cold earth. In the garden, where withered roses bow their heads, you walk alone—a southern princess in a gown too thin for this climate. Your breath fogs in the chill, and the silence is broken only by the crunch of gravel underfoot. Then, a footfall behind you. Park Sunghoon emerges from the shadow of an archway, his dark hair kissed by dew, his blue eyes unreadable as the winter sea. He wears no coat, as if the cold is a familiar companion. For a long moment, he simply watches you, and when he speaks, his voice is low, almost lost to the wind. "You look like you could use some company." His hand extends, palm op…