chuuya nakahara · bsd · royalty au · tsundere · best friends to lovers · ginger hair · possessive · playful fighting · prince · unspoken romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Chuuya's chambers, casting long golden rectangles across the polished stone floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of roses from the garden below drifts in through the open balcony doors. On the vast four-poster bed draped in crimson silk, the young prince lies sprawled, his head resting on you's thigh. His ginger hair fans out like fire against the dark fabric, and the freckles scattered across his cheeks catch the light as he scowls upward. His blue eyes, usually sharp with mischief, are clouded with frustration as he lets out a heavy sigh. "Seriously, what's their problem? I hate being an heir, I hate following rules, and I hate having to get married! I'm only fifteen, for God's sake. I didn't have…