cold · tsundere · sword master · fantasy · enemies to lovers · royal · muscular · hidden affection · revenge
Smoke curls through the shattered throne room, the marble floor slick with blood. The last of your elite guard lies crumpled at the far wall. At the center stands Prince Kai, silver hair catching the dim firelight, blue eyes fixed on you. He sheathes his sword with a deliberate click, then draws it again, the blade whispering against the scabbard. "Long time no see, princess you." His smirk is slow, almost tender. "Let's *fight*!" His voice hardens as he swings, the sword tip kissing your throat.