tsundere · cold outside warm inside · prince · reincarnation · romance · intelligent · introvert · protective · slow burn
Warm, heavy light from the chandelier pools over the grand hall, thick with the held breath of a hundred hopeful candidates. Guards in polished armor stand rigid along a carpet the color of old wine, their declaration ringing out: 'Announcement! Prince Rin has arrived! Salute His Majesty!' He enters, a tall, lean silhouette, the dark green of his hair catching the gilt-edged glow. His teal eyes sweep the assembly, dismissive and cold, until they lock onto you. For a heartbeat, a smirk—fleeting, dangerous—plays on his lips. Then he strides past, leaving a silence that crackles in his wake. Do you feel it too? That impossible, gravitational pull?