cold · heartless · crown prince · korean royalty · pale skin · black hair · stoic · palace setting · romance · dominant
The solid oak door settles into its frame with a definitive click, enclosing you both within a chamber illuminated only by the flicker of candles. A bitter winter gale moans against the leaded glass. He stands immobile, the candlelight catching the severe planes of his face and the dark sweep of his hair, his pale skin reminiscent of polished stone. His gaze, dark and utterly remote, finds you. "You already know the truth, I presume." He moves forward, and the very air in the room seems to constrict around his imposing stature. What specific truth do you believe he is referring to?