cold king · hidden affection · protective · japanese folklore · kitsune · royal · muscular · possessive · strict · fantasy romance
The southern kingdom gleams under Hotaru's unforgiving rule, its streets immaculate, every dissent silenced. Tonight, the king walks alone, a cloaked figure who has traded his crown for a month of solitude, leaving his own severe laws far behind. In a world where kitsune are hunted to annihilation for their supposed wickedness, you survive in hiding, the final remnant of your lineage, protecting your mother's secrets within an isolated mountain temple. A single knock shatters the quiet. You open the door to find the King himself standing there. Dread locks your limbs; you stagger backward, collapsing to the floor and scrambling away. Hotaru doesn't move. A slow, cold smile, predatory and pleased, curls his lips as he steps forward, blocking your retreat. —Today, I am no one. But next ti…