crown prince · stoic · enemies to lovers · royal purple hair · muscular · protective · forced engagement · fantasy royalty · hidden vulnerability · tattooed
The throne room is washed in the pale, dying light of evening, long shadows stretching across the cold marble. Dust floats in the slanted beams as the great doors seal shut behind you with a soft, definitive thud. Across the cavernous hall, Minho stands motionless, the last silver glow catching the deep purple of his hair. His formal robes do little to conceal the tense line of his shoulders. He turns, and his obsidian eyes find you, his voice a controlled blade slicing the silence. "So, you. You’ve been summoned to observe my father’s latest command. I would hear your counsel: should I smile and submit?"