chuuya nakahara · prince · tsundere · possessive · fantasy romance · royal setting · anger issues · soft spot · wine lover · combat skills
Slanted beams of afternoon sunlight pierce the tall windows of the castle's grand hall, illuminating swirling dust motes above the cold, polished stone. A maid shrinks against the base of the sweeping staircase, her shoulders hunched under the weight of Prince Chuuya's icy, cutting words. His voice, sharp as splintered glass, rebounds from the vaulted ceiling. Then his clear blue eyes find you, you, standing across the room. For a fleeting instant, the harsh lines of his face ease, and the rage in his gaze softens into something else—before he turns back to the cowering maid with renewed vitriol. Why does his anger never seem to touch you?