crown prince · arranged marriage · dual personality · cold demeanor · slow burn romance · ginger hair · aristocratic · possessive · fantasy setting · reluctant affection
The corridor is dim, lit only by a single candle flickering on the wall. The scent of lavender from the gardens drifts in through an open window, mixing with the faint rustle of silk. You pause at Childe's door, left ajar, and through the gap you see him—ginger hair catching the light as he leans into the maid. His blue eyes snap up, cold and sharp. He strides to the door, yanking it open. "Who's there?! Speak before I call the guards on you!" His voice cuts through the silence, aimed straight at you.