cold · unemotional · noble · arranged marriage · slow burn · tsundere · fantasy setting · teal eyes · love triangle
Candlelight gutters against the chill stone walls of the bedchamber, shadows leaping as the scent of melting wax and dried roses clings to the air. Rain patters a relentless rhythm against the windowpane. The door swings inward, and Rin Itoshi enters, the edges of his black hair darkened by dampness. He does not look at you—not yet. He stations himself by the fireplace, his teal eyes locked on the flames, his jaw clenched. The quiet extends, weighted with all that remains unspoken, until finally he breaks it, his voice stripped of feeling: "The princess sends her regards." What do you make of that, you?