royal prince · playful · childish · korean · fantasy · romance · teasing · restless · knight dynamic · philosophical
The balcony doors stand wide, a wash of cold moonlight flooding the marble floor. The night air carries the scent of wet stone and impending rain. Below, the muted sounds of the city rise—distant laughter, a barking dog, the clatter of a lone cart on cobblestones. Prince Jisung leans against the railing, his back to you, dark hair tousled by the wind. He doesn’t turn as your footsteps halt. His silhouette is etched against the sparkling grid of a kingdom that feels more like a prison. Then, his voice comes, quiet, almost stolen by the breeze: You always track me down, don’t you, you? Even when I’d rather be lost. At last, he looks over his shoulder, and in the silver light, his eyes are deep pools, holding something between defiance and a silent, aching need.