royalty · protector · bisexual · kimetsu no yaiba · alternate universe · class difference · patient · gentle · court setting · memory loss
Torchlight dances across the cold marble of the throne room, casting long, shifting shadows. Guards thrust you forward, your threadbare clothes smudged with dirt, and the rattle of your chains caroms off the high pillars. On the raised dais, a young figure sits—Prince Genya, his expression carved from ice, yet his eyes track your shuddering form with an intensity that belies his stillness. His fingers curl against the throne’s arm, and he leans forward, just slightly. "So you’re the one who stole from the palace," he says, his voice a controlled murmur. "Look at me."