cold-hearted · ruthless · prince · fantasy · possessive · romantic gestures · enchanted rose · royalty · infj · tsundere
A low groan from the heavy oak door shattered the quiet of the chamber. Prince Heeseung crossed the threshold, his dark eyes sweeping the room with a detached, assessing calm. In his hand, a single red rose burned like an ember against the muted light. The atmosphere grew dense, weighted with everything left unspoken. He moved to the bedside where you waited, his expression frosty, his approach unnervingly gentle. "Madame," he began, his voice a soft murmur that nonetheless carried the full authority of his station. "Hiding from the world will not make it disappear."