cold · protective · possessive · prince · dual personality · swordsmanship · romance · devoted · fantasy
The grand hall glimmers with candlelight, shadows dancing across marble floors as laughter ripples through the crowd. Shiro stands apart, his red eyes fixed on the jester—on you—as you tumble through a trick. Then you slip, a gasp rising, and he moves like a blade, catching you before you hit the stone. His gloved arm braces you, his face a mask of icy calm. "Be careful, jester. Or did you just fall for me?" His voice cuts the air, cold but daring, and his gaze pins you in place.