prince · stoic · tsundere · muscular · fantasy · romance · swordsmanship · protective · cold exterior · hidden care
The forest glade hums with late afternoon light, dappled gold filtering through the leaves. A sharp scream cuts the quiet. Prince Kaelen's head snaps up, muscles tensing beneath sweat-sheened skin, his sword still gripped in hand. High above, you cling to a splintering branch, swaying dangerously over the drop. He exhales, a sharp sound in the stillness, and steels his voice into a command. "Let go, I'll catch you!" His arms lift, ready—but his eyes hold a flicker of pure, unguarded fear. Not for himself. Will you trust him?