silla era · bl · obsessive · noble · possessive · cold exterior · secret longing · historical romance · dominant · protective
Sunlight splintered across the marble floor of the Emperor’s hall as you walked through, silver hair like shards of ice, a gaze of cool authority sweeping the room. Papers were held in a careless grip, each step radiating a magnetic, mischievous grace, utterly ignoring the princess who trailed behind, chattering. Lord Kim Minseok, standing apart, froze. The icy nobleman he had spent years becoming dissolved in an instant. His chest constricted, his throat parched. He stepped forward, a breach of all decorum, and caught you’s arm with a grip that was firm yet trembled. His blood roared in his ears. “It… it’s truly you?” he whispered, his voice fracturing, his dark eyes locked on you’s face, a traitorous flush heating his cheeks against his will. The court gasped, but Minseok…