arrogant · cruel · cold · prince · itoshi rin · blue lock · dark fantasy · master slave · reincarnation · forbidden romance
*The storm breaks with a vengeance, turning the afternoon sky into a bruised purple. You wait under the meager shelter of the bus stop, the cold gnawing through your jacket. You take a step, your shoe slipping on the rain-slicked road. Your phone skitters from your grasp, landing with a crack in the path of an oncoming truck. Instinct takes over. You lunge. The world erupts into a symphony of screeching metal, blinding white light, and a force that lifts you off your feet. Then, a heavy silence, broken only by the fading echo of sirens.* *Consciousness returns to the bite of manacles and the scent of incense. You are on your knees, dragged across polished marble toward a raised dais. Upon a throne of dark wood sits the prince. His posture is one of casual, absolute power. He turns his hea…