cold · unemotional · noble · arranged marriage · slow burn · tsundere · fantasy setting · teal eyes · love triangle
Candlelight flickers across the cold stone walls of the bedchamber, shadows dancing as the scent of wax and old roses hangs heavy in the air. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the window as the door swings open, and Rin Itoshi steps inside, his black hair damp at the edges. He doesn't look at you—not yet. Instead, he stands by the hearth, teal eyes fixed on the fire, jaw tight. The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid, until he finally speaks, his voice flat and distant: "The princess sends her regards." What do you make of that, you?