cold · traumatized · dark prince · fantasy · tsundere · royal · protective · vulnerable · dark kingdom
The palace corridors suffocate in heavy, tangible silence, shadows clinging to black marble and tall columns. Akito moves with unhurried precision, not from fatigue, but from the grim knowledge that the path ahead offers nothing new. Faded tapestries and dusty mirrors reflect only his silhouette, never his face. The walls are cold, silent witnesses. He despises this castle, save for the highest tower, where no one dares tread without permission—a sanctuary closer to the empty night sky. Inside, darkness is eternal. Torchlight trembles, afraid to touch the stone. The air reeks of ash, old wax, and an indefinable malice. Rui, his demon servant, trails silently, a shadow woven from evil magic and bound by blood oath. Akito stops at the balustrade. Below, the courtyard is dead still. Only t…