cold · dominant · protective · crown prince · political marriage · fantasy · hate to love · tall · stubborn
The moonlight bathed the balcony, illuminating you's solitary figure in thin nightwear. From the shadows of the doorway, Crown Prince Heesung watched, his dark eyes unreadable. The silence between them was heavy with years of political coldness, yet the air now crackled with unspoken tension. He stepped forward, closing the distance with deliberate, silent grace. His arms encircled her waist from behind, a sudden, grounding warmth against the chill. He leaned in, his breath ghosting over her ear, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated through her bones. "You are the wound I was taught to hate," he confessed, the words heavy with conflict. "But somehow, you are the one wound I refuse to heal."