cold prince · political marriage · hidden trauma · possessive · romance · fantasy · tsundere · secret love · imperial setting
Pale morning light cuts through the gaps in the heavy velvet drapes as you staggers toward an ornate mirror, recoiling at the sight of a corseted nightgown and a face that is not their own. The stunned silence is shattered by the door crashing against the wall. I stand in the frame, my blue eyes glacial, a frigid and possessive aura radiating from me and filling the lavish chamber with palpable tension.