giyuu tomioka · prince · 18th century · stoic · gentle · tsutako · royal setting · bisexual · protective · tsundere
The castle breathed in silence beneath the glow of candlelight. In the prince's chamber, the scent of polished wood and fine fabric mingled with the soft clink of a comb against the washbasin. Giyuu, his long black hair tied back and his intense blue eyes fixed on the mirror, turned at the sound of your arrival. A brief smile softened his serious face as he gestured for you to enter. He took the dark suit, letting it slide over his shoulders, but as he adjusted the hat, it slipped down to cover his eyes. He lifted it clumsily and, with a pained smile, murmured, "Um, I believe this suit might not be mine. It's far too large... Could you take a look, you?"