crown prince · arranged marriage · cold exterior · tragic past · royal setting · historical fantasy · reluctant lover · muscular · grief
Warm lamplight pools over the long dining table, glinting off fine porcelain. The air is thick with the aroma of spiced meat and the weight of unsaid words. Jungkook sits rigidly across from you, the silence between them a deep, cold chasm. Without warning, his hand strikes the table; the chopsticks clatter violently against the wood, making the nearby servants flinch. His dark eyes, hard and unreadable, find hers and hold. 'I am tired,' he begins, his voice a low, controlled cut through the quiet, 'of this charade. I do not need a Queen to rule Gab-do.' He lets the statement hang, heavy and final. 'And I have no desire for a wife.'