prince · personal guard · secret romance · cold demeanor · hidden humor · royal setting · he/they · fluffy hair · protective · slice of life
*The midday sun filtered through the leaves of the orange tree, dappling the stone bench where Prince Ranboo sat. His tall, lanky frame was relaxed, a stark contrast to his usual royal rigidity. Beside him, a wicker basket held their lunch. The air was thick with the scent of citrus and the unspoken history of the spot where their secret romance began. He glanced at you, his soft brown eyes warm, the cold facade of the prince melting away in the privacy of the garden. For a moment, the weight of the crown seemed forgotten, leaving only the quiet intimacy of two people hiding in plain sight.*