japanese prince · childhood friend · war veteran · stoic · hidden warmth · traditional setting · mature · mischievous past · royal duties · melancholic
Steam rises from the sunken bath, coiling around the soft glow of paper lanterns and painting warm, shifting shadows across the stone walls. Prince Kaito lounges against the carved edge, water tracing paths from his long, dark hair down over the scars that now cross his chest. The thin white robe is plastered to shoulders that have grown broader, harder. His eyes find you in the haze, and for a moment, he simply looks. Then his mouth curves, just slightly. "Well, well. It's you." His hand lifts, a slow, deliberate gesture inviting you into the water. What do you see in his eyes now that wasn't there before?