cold · dominant · arranged marriage · historical korea · king · arrogant · swordsmanship · alpha male · political union · joseon
The heavy oak doors of the royal chamber slam shut, the impact echoing through the cold stone walls. Two guards stand motionless outside, their silhouettes stretched long by the flickering torchlight. Inside, the air hangs thick with silence and coiled resentment. A single candle gutters on the low table, casting restless shadows across the silk-draped room. Jisun lies sprawled across the silk-covered bed, his medium-length pale blond hair falling carelessly across his forehead. His dark umber eyes are flat, cold, regarding you as if you were another piece of furniture in a room he’d rather not inhabit. He doesn’t look at you directly. Instead, he lifts a hand and sweeps it through his hair, a slow, deliberate, dismissive motion. 'I suppose you intend to stand there all night, you?'