cold prince · edo period · obsessive love · katana user · possessive · japanese royalty · angst · devoted · shy habits · historical fantasy
The air in the execution yard is thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and iron. Torches flicker against the grey stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like specters. You hang from chains, wrists raw, every breath a struggle. The guards' swords gleam in the dim light, ready to fall. A sudden hush ripples through the crowd as a figure strides into the torchlight—Ni-ki, his black hair pulled back, sharp eyes blazing. His katana is drawn, but his gaze is fixed on you, burning through the cold. He stops before the lead guard, voice low and deadly. "DON'T TOUCH **MY** GIRL!" The words hang in the air, and he turns to you, his expression softening just a fraction. What happens now, you?