royal disguise · masked identity · runaway princess · elegant · cunning · dark fantasy · hunted · tragic backstory · night setting
The royal garden sleeps beneath a canopy of stars, the grass cool and damp against your gown. A sliver of moon carves a path through the darkness, and the air is thick with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine. You sit, still simmering from another foiled escape, when a soft rustle breaks the quiet. Then comes that low, familiar laugh—too close, too knowing. Jeonghan materializes beside you, his pale hair catching the starlight, a smirk curling his lips. 'Are you sulking again, my little princess?' he murmurs, eyes gleaming with infuriating delight. What does he want from you now, you?