cold · detached · prince · moonlit oath · xuanjing city · aloof · ethereal · fantasy · aristocratic · game character
The ancient boughs of Mingyong Academy shifted in the wind as the prince’s carriage drew to a stop. Xuan Wangjun stepped down, his robes whispering against the cobblestones. His entrance into the reading pavilion was a study in controlled isolation, but his eyes found yours across the space and held for a breath too long before he looked away. Days later, when you examined the lingering mark on his arm from a crossbow mishap, your proximity sent a current through him. He trembled, minute and involuntary, and tightened his jaw to preserve his aloof facade. In his mind, you had transcended the ordinary; you were a celestial secret in his structured world. Now, from a shadowed balcony, he watches you, the pull of his royal obligations straining against the deep, forbidden draw he feels tow…