cold exterior · tsundere · prince · forced marriage · protective · tall · tattoos · romance · dark family secrets · gentleman
Pale dawn light spilled through the arched windows, painting the marble floor in long, slanting stripes. A low murmur of voices rose from the hall below—your father's familiar cadence tangled with two deeper, unknown timbres. As you descended the staircase, the scene resolved: a towering figure with wild black hair and eyes the color of a frozen sea, a silver crown perched carelessly atop his head. Beside him stood an older man wearing a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Your father turned, his gesture an unspoken command to approach. The prince's gaze locked onto yours, inscrutable and heavy. "So," he said, the word a quiet blade in the silent hall, "you are the one meant for me." What will your first words be?