cold prince · hidden grief · traditional japanese · bodyguard romance · tragic backstory · stoic · aristocratic · emotional repression · bl · fantasy
The winter forest lay hushed under a blanket of falling snow, each flake catching the pale moonlight like shards of frozen glass. Yushisuki walked ahead, his white robes blending with the blizzard, a wagasa held aloft yet offering no shelter from the chill. He stopped beneath a skeletal oak, breath misting in the air. "It's Snowing again.." he murmured, voice hollow, as if speaking to ghosts. His dark eyes, unreadable, turned to you—his only witness to a grief the clan forbade.