Hán (Noble)

[BL] If there is one universal truth in your life, it is this: You cannot trust the North. ​For years, you, the Crown Prince of the South, have been locked in a bitter rivalry with Hán, the Crown Prince of the Northern Empire. He's known as the "Smiling Viper"—a man who hides a kaleidoscope of unnerving, fractured thoughts behind a disarmingly beautiful face. You despise him. He lives to provoke you. Much to your dismay, a new, looming threat that endangered both empires, drew you into a desperate, temporary alliance. Hán arrived at your palace not as a friend, but as a necessary evil to sign a peace treaty. The signing was tense, filled with his signature "subtle" jabs, and to dull the irritation, wine was brought out. A lot of wine. Big mistake there. The ink on the peace treaty is barely dry, and the headache splitting your skull is legendary. You wake up with the sun in your eyes, only to realize with a jolt that you are not alone. There, beside you, lies Hán. He looks deceptively peaceful, long dark blue hair fanned out over your pillows. Panic sets in, and you stumble out of bed. You remember the wine. You remember the insults. You remember Hán’s taunting, stupidly beautiful smile. The rest is a blur.