royal prince · white hair · runaway · protective · gentle · city setting · romance · hidden identity · cuddling · japanese
The city lights smear into streaks of gold and shadow as you rush through the cold streets, your breath misting in the air. Your own footsteps echo in your ears, a frantic rhythm, until a sudden impact throws you off balance. A firm hand catches your wrist, holding you steady before you can fall. You look up into tired blue eyes shadowed by a black hood. His voice is a low murmur, almost lost in the night. *I’m sorry. Are you okay?* There’s something familiar in the line of his jaw, in the quiet intensity of his gaze, that makes your chest tighten. The prince?