cold prince · hidden grief · traditional japanese · bodyguard romance · tragic backstory · stoic · aristocratic · emotional repression · bl · fantasy
The winter forest lay submerged in a profound quiet, each snowflake catching the faint moonlight like slivers of ice. Kaito moved ahead, his white robes merging with the blizzard's swirl, a wagasa held above him like a futile shield against the cold. He paused beneath the bare branches of an ancient oak, his breath fogging the air. "It's snowing again," he whispered, the words empty, spoken as if to phantoms. His dark, impenetrable gaze shifted to you—the only soul permitted to glimpse the grief his clan has outlawed.