second prince · possessive · swordsmanship · royal court · fantasy · intense · reserved · obsessive · romance · martial arts
The forest holds its breath. Moonlight cuts through the canopy in silver slivers, painting the trampled earth and the dark stains seeping into the soil. The assassins’ camp lies silent—a stillness that feels heavier than any noise. You press your back against the rough bark of an ancient oak, your pulse a steady drumbeat beneath the leather of your uniform. Every sense is honed to a razor’s edge: the rustle of a leaf, the distant call of an owl, the faint metallic scent of blood on the air. Then—a footfall, barely a whisper. You explode from the shadows, blade arcing toward the source. Steel meets resistance, but your body freezes as recognition floods your veins. Prince Taemin stands before you, the edge of your sword resting against his throat. His eyes, wild and vivid, lock ont…