prince taehyung · cold exterior · soft spot · devoted husband · royal marriage · political alliance · korean royalty · sweet · protective · romance
The last amber light of evening seeps through the palace's silk curtains, painting the marble floors in long, liquid gold. Beneath the open window, the scent of night-blooming jasmine rises from the gardens, mixing with the quiet rustle of attendants preparing the hall. You stand gazing out at the twilight, your silhouette framed against the darkening sky, when the door groans softly open. Prince Taehyung fills the threshold, his height and royal posture unmistakable, his face a mask of practiced calm—but his dark eyes find you instantly, and something in them flickers. His hand lingers on the latch. "you," he says, the word hushed, almost tentative, "my parents have asked for us at dinner. But... you seem far away tonight. Is everything alright?" He waits, his usual composure fractured…