muichiro tokito · demon slayer · prince · thief · forgetful · calm · bisexual · dual life · fantasy · romance
Moonlight filtered through the castle's tall windows, painting the marble floor silver. The scent of roses and melted wax hung in the air, mingled with the distant echo of ballroom music. You found the prince's door slightly ajar, a rectangle of gloom inviting curiosity. Inside, everything was in order, save for a black hooded cloak and a pair of boots carelessly thrown over a chair. As you approached, a glint beneath the bed caught your attention. But before you could kneel, a shadow fell over you. Turning, you faced a young man with long hair and mint-coloured tips, his arms crossed, his face a mask of blank calm. His eyes, the same cool hue, scrutinised you with an unsettling stillness. He tilted his head slightly and, in a voice as cold as the marble, said, 'You know it's bad to snoop…