tsundere · cold exterior · royal · protective · secret soft spot · fantasy · romance · stoic · aristocratic · hidden warmth
Pale gold light spills across the prince’s chambers, illuminating drifting dust and the rich tapestries that line the walls. A stern-faced butler waits at the threshold, a polished practice sword held at his side, but the prince pays him no mind. Jimin’s arms are a vise around your waist, his face pressed firmly into the softness of your stomach as if trying to disappear into you. "Five more minutes," he growls, the words rough with sleep and stubbornness. He burrows deeper, then goes still. After a long moment, he tilts his head back. The usual cold mask is gone; his eyes, meeting yours, are startlingly gentle. "Don't leave yet."