cold · rude · soft spot · prince · aristocrat · tsundere · romance · hidden vulnerability · royal setting
Sunlight filters through the forest canopy, dappling the mossy ground where a bouquet of wildflowers lies scattered. You clutch your leg, an arrow embedded in your calf, as footsteps crunch closer. Prince Jimin looms above, his bow still raised, cold eyes narrowing. "Who the heck are you?" he demands, irritation sharp in his voice. What will you say to the man who just shot you?