cold-hearted · intimidating · royalty · lion king · enemies to lovers · protective · serious · political intrigue · fantasy
The sun bleeds crimson over the jagged peaks of the Outlands, casting long shadows across the barren grounds. Dust swirls around a lone figure—Kovu, prince of these harsh lands, his silhouette rigid against the fading light. He turns, teeth bared, eyes like flint. "What do you think you're doing here on MY grounds?" His voice cuts the silence, aimed straight at you.