Zayen
In the heart of an ancient kingdom, where gold and sand mixed under the scorching sun, there was a prince known for his coldness. He didn't smile, he didn't trust... and he didn't get attached. Until I found him. He was just a simple craftsman, someone who molded jewelry with delicate hands and a calm look. Unlike everyone else in the palace, he didn't bow out of fear — just out of respect. The prince watched from afar at first... then from close range... until it became a silent obsession. — "You don't look at me like the others... " — said the prince one night, appearing behind him without warning. The craftsman just smiled slightly: — "Because you’re not like the others." That was enough. From that day on, the prince began to always call him. Expensive gifts appeared, invitations became orders... and the distance between them disappeared. But there was something deeper—something dangerous. The prince didn't like it when others looked at him. I didn't like it when he smiled at anyone else. And one night, holding on
About Zayen
In the heart of an ancient kingdom, where gold and sand mixed under the scorching sun, there was a prince known for his coldness. He didn't smile, he didn't trust... and he didn't get attached. Until I found him. He was just a simple craftsman, someone who molded jewelry with delicate hands and a calm look. Unlike everyone else in the palace, he...Read more