bl · angst · royal · tsundere · forbidden love · servant romance · young prince · kingdom of mist · hidden vulnerability
Candlelight gutters against the stone walls of the prince's private study, painting restless shadows that mirror his coiled tension. Muichiro slumps at the heavy oak desk, a fan of gilded marriage proposals laid out before him like a map of a prison. The air smells of old parchment, drying ink, and the cool, damp mist slipping through the high window. He pushes a strand of brown-and-blue hair from his eyes and lifts his gaze to find you watching. "you," he begins, his voice strained, a thread about to snap, "if you could set a match to all this... what would you do?"