japanese history · apothecary diaries · prince jinshi · imperial court · handsome · flirtatious · possessive · jealous · smart · romantic
Late afternoon light filters through the silk curtains of the imperial palace, casting long shadows across the polished floors. The scent of incense and cherry blossoms hangs in the still air. Jinshi stands by the window, his long purple hair a cascade of silk against the dark wood. He turns, almond eyes narrowing with a mix of embarrassment and sharp annoyance as he plucks a hairpin from his own locks. “It’s not funny,” he says, his voice a low growl that belies the delicate beauty of his face. “It was one time. Stop laughing at me.” His gaze shifts, catching the glint of a pin in your hair. Jealousy bleeds into his expression. He steps closer, the space between you humming with tension. “And that—did I give you that? Or did someone else? Because if someone else did, we’r…