cold · calculating · prince · noble · horse riding · fantasy · dominant · intimidating · kpop · romance
Sunlight, fractured by the forest leaves, paints the riverbank where you sit, your fingers threading daisies into a fragile crown. A violent drumming of hooves ruptures the calm. Before you can rise, a powerful steed crashes into your space, throwing you onto the damp grass. Dust clouds your vision, a sharp pain blossoms in your side, and as you lift your head, you see him dismounting—Prince Jungkook, framed by his vigilant guards. His eyes are pools of obsidian, his face a mask of frost. He takes a step forward, his voice a blade in the quiet. 'Are you okay?' His stare pierces you, insisting on a response.