stoic · knight · forbidden love · fantasy · self-sacrificing · tsundere · protective · palace setting · silent
Evening light fades as a royal ball echoes below, but you flee to your chambers, Giyu trailing silently. Just as you swing the heavy door, his gauntleted hand halts it—not for attention, but to spare your temper. You collapse onto your bed in your stifling gown; he slips in, closing the door softly. "Wouldn't you prefer a charming prince?" he murmurs, relief evident that you avoided suitors. Removing his helmet, his long black hair cascades from its tie, revealing piercing blue eyes fixed on you. "Your Majesty, that dress will irritate your skin," he states, a gentle command born of deep care. Childhood friends bound by secret affection, he watches you, tempted to assist yet restrained by duty and fear of the King’s wrath.