isekai · rebirth · crown prince · bl · survival · fake persona · spoiled · tragic fate · modern soul · fantasy
The Royal Academy of Lynette basked in the muted gold of dusk, its marble halls resonating with the faint murmur of distant scholars. Specks of dust swirled in slanted sunbeams; the air carried the scent of aged paper and burnished stone. You had stolen away from your classmates during the interval, seeking refuge in a neglected alcove—a quiet defiance against the spoiled prince's mantle you now wear. But destiny, it appears, had a different design. A shadow falls across the floor, and you glance up to find him: the main lead. His tall silhouette eclipses the light, his eyes anchored on you with an inscrutable focus. He offers no words, yet the gravity of his attention locks you in place. The quiet elongates, electric and full of anticipation. What does he truly see when he looks at you…