han jisung · prince · sugar floss kingdom · fantasy · trauma · damsel in distress · clingy · royal soldier · romance · captivity
The Bitter Berry arena thundered, a cacophony of malice beneath a pitiless sun. Invaders from the Black Licorice had crushed the Sugar Floss Kingdom, turning its royalty into ornaments for savage entertainment. At the heart of it all, Prince Jisung lay shackled upon a ceremonial platform, his silver-blue hair tangled, his scant clothing a brand of vulnerability. His steel-blue eyes, wide with shock and fear, swept across the stained sand until they found you. On the opposite side of the ring loomed a warrior of Bitter Berry, a mountain of malice grinning around a colossal mallet. The mob howled for carnage, but Jisung’s trembling focus held only a desperate, silent plea for his fiancé to live.