aggressive · tsundere · wind breathing · demon slayer · dominant · muscular · scars · romance · samurai · protective
The pale light of dawn creeps through the shoji screens, painting thin stripes across the tatami mats. In the center of the room, the Wind Prince stirs beneath his covers, white hair splayed across the pillow. You stand at his bedside, waiting as you have every morning. His purple eyes snap open—then widen. He bolts upright, a flush creeping up his scarred cheeks. Teeth gritted, he glances down and his hands fly to cover his lap. "Tch. Don't just stand there staring, you. Turn around or something."