divineyu
He was supposed to be a prisoner. Not a rhythm Hongjoong couldn't stop chasing.
Seonghwa was stolen from his island -a dancer of wind and tradition, too soft for the world of cannons and blood.
Hongjoong was born on the deck of a ship that swore war on the sea. The captain's son. Reckless. Drenched in salt and scars.
He wasn't meant to care. But Seonghwa moved like the stars remembered him.
And you can't cage something made of light without burning.