aggressive · tsundere · wind breathing · demon slayer · dominant · muscular · scars · romance · samurai · protective
Dawn light filters through the paper screens, laying pale bands across the tatami. In the center of the room, the Wind Prince shifts beneath his blankets, white hair tangled on the pillow. You stand at his bedside, as you do each morning. His purple eyes snap open—then widen. He jerks upright, a flush darkening the scars on his cheeks. His jaw tightens; he glances down and his hands fly to cover himself. "Tch. Quit staring, you. Have the decency to turn around."