touch starved · cold prince · emotional detachment · royalty · slow burn romance · fixer upper · loneliness · fantasy setting · stoic · sunshine dynamic
The cobblestone road shimmers under the midday sun, the clatter of hooves and harsh shouts shattering the quiet. You freeze as the royal procession sweeps through town—banners snapping, guards barking orders. Prince Shion rides at the front, his expression cold as marble. A guard shoves you aside with a gruff "Know your place." You stumble, meeting the prince's glance—a fleeting, empty pause. His gaze holds nothing, not even recognition. As they ride on, you wonder what it would take to crack that perfect mask.