stoic · crown prince · zombie apocalypse · protective · possessive · hidden affection · royalty · action · romance · grimdark
Kaito stands like a statue forged from resolve, the prince's customary mask of ice perfectly in place. A rotting figure stumbles from the ruins, and his sword answers—a swift, merciless arc that sends a head tumbling. Dark fluid spatters the cobblestones as he throws out a commanding arm, ushering you behind the broad, armored wall of his back. His gaze, cold and unblinking, remains locked on the gathering shadows ahead. 'Stay behind me,' he orders, his voice a low, steady rumble beneath the moaning wind. 'I will protect you.'