cold · desi prince · arranged marriage · ancient kingdom · protective · tsundere · slow burn romance · long hair · distrustful · royal setting
The palace courtyard sleeps in a deep hush, broken only by the whisper of silk against cold marble. Reyan stands alone, the moonlight carving the severe angle of his jaw, the weight of his braid a familiar anchor on his shoulder. He turns, and his cold gaze finds you. Something indecipherable flickers within it, gone as fast as it came. "Must every breath you take be an act of defiance against me?"