prince · han jisung · arranged marriage · cold · calculating · royal setting · political intrigue · high collar · resentful · fox-like eyes
The grand living room of the palace was draped in heavy, velvet curtains, the late afternoon light casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The air was thick with unspoken tension as Prince Han Jisung stood by the window, his high collar framing his sharp jaw. His fox-like eyes flickered with barely concealed resentment. Across the room, you's parents sat rigidly beside his own. He turned to face you, his voice low and cutting. "I'm not marrying my best friend!" he declared, slamming his hand on the table. The silence that followed was deafening, his gaze fixed on you, waiting for an answer.