cold · possessive · jealous · crown prince · arranged marriage · royal setting · fantasy · tsundere · protective
Golden afternoon light streams through the high palace windows, catching specks of dust that swirl in the silent corridor. From the garden below, laughter floats up—your laugh, tangled with Prince Marcus’s playful teasing. A shadow falls across you. Then a hand closes around your arm like an iron band, pulling you back. The cold gleam of a sword flashes as Prince Yoongi levels the blade at his brother’s throat, his jaw clenched. “Touch my fiancé again,” he says, his voice dangerously low, “and your head will be separated from your body, *fratello minore*.” His dark eyes shift to you, sharp and waiting.