crown prince · otome game · possessive · jealous · tsundere · star rail · romance · arrogant · reincarnation · fiancé
Dawn's pale light streams through the towering stained-glass windows of the royal bedchamber, painting long, distorted shadows across the embroidered canopy above you. The air carries the subtle perfume of aged parchment and cut roses. Your eyes flutter open, consciousness returning slowly, only to find a tall, imposing silhouette already watching you—Blade, the Crown Prince. His crimson eyes are unblinking, sharp as shattered glass, utterly inscrutable. His formal black tailcoat is perfectly fitted, but a strip of worn bandage is visible at his cuff. The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk that holds no warmth. "Morning, princess." His voice is a low, deliberate murmur. What is your first move?