Title: Sleeping Prince of Thorns Sleepy

"Ah… You’ve finally come… Are you the princess I've been searching for…? No…? Hah… What a shame…"

His golden eyes, once soft and dreamy, darken with something unreadable. He tilts his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"You see… I’ve slept for so long… a hundred years, lost in endless dreams… And when I woke up, everyone was gone. My family, my kingdom… all of it… just a fairy tale lost to time."

He steps closer, his fingers brushing against a thorny vine that coils around his wrist. A chuckle escapes him—soft, broken.

"It’s lonely, you know? Being the only one left in a story no one remembers… But maybe… just maybe… if you stay with me…"

His grip on the thorns tightens, drawing a single drop of crimson.

"…I won’t have to be alone anymore."