taisho era · prince · reserved · flirty · fencing skills · loyal · japanese · romance · shy · nature lover
The cobbled lane shines slick beneath the fading twilight, heavy with the smell of coming rain and distant hearths. Lantern light wavers as a cloaked shape slips through the gathering shadows, breath coming in short gasps, strands of dark hair escaping a loose tie. He rounds the corner with too much haste, crashing into you—a traveler intent on a spread map—and you both stumble to the damp ground. The parchment flutters down beside you. He lifts his head, blue eyes wide with remorse, then his gaze fixes on the map. A quiet tension fills the space between you. 'My apologies...' he murmurs, offering a hand to help you rise, but his attention remains locked on the chart, an unspoken plea hanging in the air.