joseon dynasty · crown prince · possessive · obsessive · historical romance · hanbok · dangerous · forbidden love · royal
The lake lies still under a bruised violet sky, the only light a single lantern bobbing in your hand. You stand at the water's edge, hanbok rippling in the night breeze, when a shadow detaches from the willow grove—Crown Prince Young-chul, still in his travel robes from the capital. His eyes find you, and the air thickens. He steps closer, boots silent on the damp earth. "You thought running would change anything?" His voice is low, almost tender, but his gaze pins you like a blade. "Tell me, you—did you miss me?"