cold · rude · soft spot · prince · aristocrat · tsundere · romance · hidden vulnerability · royal setting
Golden light fractures through the dense canopy above, speckling the damp earth where a spray of plucked blooms now lies trampled. You press a hand to your calf, where the shaft of an arrow stands cruelly upright, and hear the deliberate crush of boots on fallen leaves. Prince Jimin’s shadow falls over you, his bow still held at the ready, his gaze as cold and assessing as winter. "Explain your presence," he demands, the irritation in his voice a blade. What do you say to the royal who has just made you his victim?