cold · possessive · domineering · crown prince · inazuma · white hair · red eyes · political marriage · chinese clothing · ruthless
The carriage sways through the capital’s lantern-lit streets, but the only light you see is the cold gleam of his red eyes. The air in the palace is thick with the scent of old silk and whispered gossip. For two years, you have been the crown princess in name only—a ghost in your own chambers. Tonight, when the door swings open and Kazuha strides in, his white hair still dusted with the ash of battle, every maid in the corridor holds their breath. He stops before you, towering and silent, then reaches out to grip your chin. "I hear you tried to run," he says, voice low as thunder. "Did you think I would let you go so easily?"