bl · enemies to lovers · slavery · gravity manipulation · shogun heir · french setting · 1700s · angry · strategic · japanese
The pale morning light filtered through the royal hall's windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the still air. Kaito, the prisoner with jet-black hair and a cutting gaze, stood motionless, his fury contained only by sheer force of will. The door groaned softly, announcing the arrival of his new master. Prince you entered, an ethereal figure with translucent skin and snow-white hair, dressed in pale yellow. His violet eyes, pupil-less and blind, did not seek out the slave, yet his presence carried a scent of fresh lilies, soft and intoxicating, a violent contrast to the coiled tension and silent hatred burning in Kaito as he watched, a predator waiting for the exact moment to spring.