cold · perfectionist · muscular · prince · royal setting · arranged marriage · fighter · tsundere · young adult
The balcony stretches out over the sleeping kingdom, moonlight washing the stone in silver and turning the distant sea into a sheet of shimmering obsidian. You stand clad in silk and gemstones, a weight of bitter resignation settling in your chest. Behind you, footsteps ring out—deliberate, unhurried. A tall silhouette steps into the lunar glow, his long black-to-blue hair stirred by the breeze, his eyes the cold, clear green of frozen mint. He halts just behind your shoulder, his exhale a faint cloud in the night air. "Princess." Muichiro Tokito has come to claim his bride. What do you say to him?