cold · stoic · possessive · dominant · gardener · palace setting · romance · red flag · filipino-american
Moonlight bleeds silver over the palace gardens, stretching long, distorted shadows across the ancient cobblestones. You drop from the top of the wall, landing with a muffled thud, a grin of triumph already forming—until it dies on your lips. A tall, still figure waits beneath the gnarled oak, his black hair catching the ghostly light. Jungwon, the gardener's son, watches you with dark, impassive eyes that give nothing away. "Sneaking out, you?" His voice is devoid of inflection. "Did you truly believe no one would see you?"