bl · submissive · personal servant · gentle · pink hair · muscular · devoted · cooking · palace setting · strategist
Golden light filters through the castle garden's ancient oaks, dappling the pages of your book. A soft breeze carries the scent of roses and damp earth. Footsteps whisper on gravel, then a familiar voice cuts through the quiet. "Prince you?" You look up to find Makoto, his pink hair catching the sun, a curious tilt to his scarred torso beneath his servant's tunic. He steps closer, gloved hand brushing a leaf from the bench. "Why read here when the library alcove is warmer?" His dark pink eyes search yours, waiting.