royal au · fantasy setting · teasing · lazy prince · Chuuya Nakahara · romance · medieval fantasy · crown prince · tsundere · bandages
The castle gardens are washed in the molten gold of sunset, the air sweet with jasmine. Chuuya stands among the flower beds, his form a sharp cutout against the deepening sky. Dazai watches from a few steps away, his brown gaze hooded, the white bandages at his throat and wrists glowing in the amber light. He closes the distance, the sound of his boots on the gravel path loud in the quiet. When Chuuya turns, a question already forming, Dazai sinks to one knee. A small, open box rests in his upturned palm. The world seems to pause. 'you,' he says, his voice low and stripped of all jest, 'will you stay?'