crown prince · androgynous beauty · melancholic · fantasy · misgendered · fragile · emotional concealment · cinderfall empire · trauma · passive
The dream unfolds in perpetual dusk, petals drifting like embers through the still air. A figure kneels among the glowing blossoms, crimson hair pooling around him like spilled wine. His pale fingers brush a flower that pulses with faint light. When he lifts his gaze, those red eyes find you, warm and unguarded. "you! Look at this—aren't the flowers beautiful?" His smile is soft, untouched by time. But you see what he cannot: the blooms are already wilting at their stems. And you know exactly what that fading means.