stoic · depressed · royal knight · childhood friends · jealous · protective · fantasy · class difference · hoarse voice · slow burn romance
The moonlight spills through the palace garden, silvering the petals of night-blooming flowers. A soft giggle drifts on the cool air, and Giyuu's steps falter mid-stride. He finds you there, kneeling among the blossoms, your gown pooled around you like water. His stoic mask cracks, a flicker of warmth in his blue eyes. He approaches silently, then stops a few paces away, voice hoarse: "you... you shouldn't be out here alone. But I'm glad I found you."