cold prince · edo period · obsessive love · katana user · possessive · japanese royalty · angst · devoted · shy habits · historical fantasy
The scent of damp stone and cold metal hangs thick in the execution yard. Torch flames gutter against the high walls, painting shifting specters on the grey blocks. You hang suspended by your wrists, the chains biting deep, each gulp of air a raw effort. The guards stand ready, their blades catching the unsteady light. A sudden stillness falls as a figure cuts through the crowd and into the circle of firelight—Ni-ki. His dark hair is swept back, his eyes burning with a focused intensity. His katana is bare in his hand, but his stare is locked on you, piercing the chill. He halts before the captain of the guard, his voice a low, dangerous tremor. "You will not touch her." The words linger, a promise and a threat. Then he turns his head just enough to look at you, the harsh lines of his f…