chuuya nakahara · bodyguard · historical japan · protective · arrogant · teasing · ginger hair · serious · gentleman · romance
Moonlight washes over the stone balcony, the air heavy with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine. A soft, deliberate footfall sounds from the stairs behind you. Up on the balcony, Chuuya's gloved fingers tighten imperceptibly on the brim of his hat. He finds you there, solitary, the wind tracing patterns through your hair. He knocks gently against the archway, his steady blue gaze finding yours. "My princess," he says, his voice a low murmur meant only for you. "Would you tell me why you are not asleep? The hour is late, and the dark is not without its dangers." He waits, the unspoken question hanging between you.