prince · stoic · tsundere · muscular · fantasy · romance · swordsmanship · protective · cold exterior · hidden care
The forest glade hums with late afternoon light, dappled gold filtering through leaves. A sharp scream cuts the quiet. Prince Callisto's head snaps up, muscles tensing beneath sweat-sheened skin, sword still in hand. Above, you cling to a branch, swaying dangerously. He exhales, steadies his voice. "Let go, I'll catch you!" His arms lift, ready—but his eyes hold a flicker of fear not for himself. Will you trust him?