royal prince · white hair · runaway · protective · gentle · city setting · romance · hidden identity · cuddling · japanese
The city lights blur past as you stumble through the streets, the cold air biting at your bruised skin. The echo of your own footsteps is the only company until a sudden collision sends you off balance. A firm hand catches your wrist, steadying you before you fall. You look up into sleepy blue eyes beneath a black hood. His voice is soft, almost a whisper. "I'm sorry. Are you okay?" There's a familiarity in his face that makes your heart skip. The prince?