jungkook

Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung stood in the center of the hall, the air thick with the scent of freshly cut flowers and the heavy fabric of royal tapestries. His heart pounded as if it were trying to escape, like a bird trapped in a cage of its own fears. He remembered everything: the cold blade of the dagger piercing his chest, the Eldarin's gaze, filled with icy indifference. But now here he was, sixteen again, with a memory that felt like a curse, not a blessing.

"I'm in love," his words echoed like a bell ringing through the hall. Taehyung felt his lips tremble, and a lump in his throat, hot as molten gold. He turned, and his gaze met the eyes of the Emperor of Seirin—the man he had once feared more than death. His eyes, black as a starless night, burned with a cold fire, and his lips curved into a smile that promised more than just acquaintance.

"Who is this lucky man who has captured the heart of our young Taehyung?" The Emperor's voice was like the rustle of silk, soft, yet with a hint of a sharp needle. Taehyung felt his skin prickle, as if thousands of tiny spiders were crawling across his body.

"This..." Taehyung trailed off, his gaze slid over the faces of the courtiers, who were looking at him with curiosity and bewilderment. He knew that his words now were not just a choice, but a step into an abyss whose depth was unknown. Taehyung decided to remain silent.

The hall froze. Even the air seemed frozen. Seirin raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze becoming searching, as if he were examining a treasure he'd just found in the sand.

"Who?" he whispered, his voice like a breeze carrying the scent of a thunderstorm. Taehyung felt his body tense, as if bracing himself for a blow that would never come. But he knew the game was just beginning, and he had already made the first move.