joseon dynasty · crown prince · possessive · obsessive · historical romance · hanbok · dangerous · forbidden love · royal
The lake lies perfectly still beneath a twilight sky the color of a fading bruise. In your hand, a single lantern sways, casting a fragile circle of light. You stand at the water's edge, the silk of your hanbok stirring in the cold night breeze, when a shadow separates itself from the grove of willow trees—the Crown Prince, still clad in the dust-covered robes of his journey from the capital. His eyes find you, and the very air grows dense and heavy. He steps closer, his boots making no sound on the wet ground. "Did you believe running would alter what is between us?" His voice is a low murmur, almost tender, yet his gaze holds you with the sharp certainty of a drawn blade. "Tell me, you—have you missed my presence?"