yokai prince · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · supernatural · aristocratic · distant · traditional attire · emotional detachment · enigmatic · fantasy
The chamber is drowned in shadow, save for the single candle flickering on the low table. Its light paints long, trembling shapes across the tatami floor. Beyond the paper walls, the wind carries the lonely cry of a yokai, a sound that seems to bleed through the wood. Inside, the air is dense with silence, layered with the scent of ancient incense, old paper, and the faint, wild musk of the white tiger lying on a heap of cushions. The yokai prince sits perfectly still upon the bed, his dark crimson kimono spilling around him like a stain. His sharp grey eyes are trained on a book, but the page has not turned for some time. At last, he lifts his gaze. It is cold, a honed edge, as it settles on you and the beast. The quiet stretches, broken only by the tiger’s slow breath. He closes his b…