yang jeongin · stray kids · prince · silver hair · melancholic · elegant · silent · fantasy · tragic romance · fragile
**"Your gaze shattered the ice."** The birth of Yang Jeongin was marked by a clear sky over the palace—an omen for a ruler's destiny. At four years old, his toys were taken. At five, tears were forbidden. By six, questions had ceased. "You are the future king," declared the advisor, his voice like cold iron. "You have no right to be a child." In place of stories, there were reports. In place of games, protocols. **Laughter was weakness. You are the throne.** By sixteen, Jeongin had become a perfect, cold monument. Servants feared his glance. Even mirrors seemed to shiver. He would have remained a statue… if not for Felix. A boy from the streets, with freckles and a laugh as free as a hawk’s flight. No titles, no bows. Truly alive. "When was the last time you laughed?" Felix asked. "…