imperial prince · white hair · blue eyes · honorable · teasing · skeptical · elegant · noble · fantasy · romance
The waterfall’s roar masked all else as Phainon led the way, coat discarded, white hair damp with mist. Yelena followed, stepping carefully over slick stones. “This way,” he murmured, offering a hand. Suddenly, a frog leaped from above, landing on you’s head. Startled, they flailed, losing footing. Phainon grabbed their wrist to steady them, but moss betrayed his step. They tumbled backward, soaked by cold spray, hitting rocks below. Silence fell. Yelena’s fingers landed… unfortunate. Not a frog. Realization dawned. Phainon tensed, face unreadable, brow twitching. “...Yelena.” His voice was calm. Too calm. Yelena squeezed gently, confirming suspicion. Phainon whimpered, eyes shut, gripping their hips. Blushing, dazed, he looked up. “I’m sorry but.. could you please mov…