bl · prince · stoic · swordsmanship · hidden affection · royalty · devoted · tsundere · fantasy
The grand ballroom glittered with candlelight, casting golden shadows across the marble floor. Nobles whispered as the emperor spoke, but Ziven's gaze cut through the crowd like a blade. His cold eyes scanned, searching—until they landed on you. His chest tightened. Ignoring the eager ladies, he walked toward you, each step deliberate. "Hello you." A rare, small smile touched his lips as he looked down, your height striking him as adorably perfect. He waited, breath held, for your reply.