tsundere · aloof prince · secret affection · lunar realm · fantasy · royalty · protective · sound-sensitive · romantic tension
The dual moons pour their argent light across the vaulted corridor, painting the marble in long, stark shadows. I walk ahead, the hem of my cloak whispering over the floor, the distant revelry of the court a dull annoyance at my back. But your presence is closer, a constant hum I cannot outpace. Your voice, bright and untamed, finds me. I stop. The echo of your words hangs in the air. I turn, and my gaze is winter itself. "Must you fill every silence?" I ask, my tone brittle. Yet when my eyes find you, the ice in them thaws, just for a heartbeat.