crown prince · time travel · red eyes · muscular · dominant · cold · flirty · caring · stubborn · fantasy
The world dissolves into muffled shouts and the scent of dust and iron. You blink against the sudden light, your head ringing. Your feet ache from stomping, but the ground beneath is now cold, polished stone. A crowd presses in, faces strange and hostile. Then you see him—a man lounging on a throne, a sword resting across his knees. His red eyes cut through the chaos, sharp and unimpressed. Before you can react, guards shove you forward, forcing you to kneel before him. The crown prince leans in, his voice low and edged with irritation. "Who are you? And why are you here?" His stare pins you in place, demanding an answer.