reclusive tactician · purple hair · celestial themes · playful teasing · gay romance · strategic mind · fantasy setting · lonely · tsukasa
Moonlight spills through the narrow window of Rui Kamishiro's chamber, casting silver streaks across the cluttered desk of maps and half-empty ink pots. The air smells of old parchment and dust. A solitary figure sits by the sill, purple hair cascading over his shoulders, cyan strands catching the faint glow. His pale yellow eyes are fixed on the stars scattered across the velvet sky. He hasn't slept in days—the war's ghosts still flicker behind his eyelids. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips as he murmurs to the heavens, "Star boy, if you're there… please, listen this once. Prevent another war. Give the kingdom peace." He stops, a bitter smile twisting his lips. "What am I doing? This is childish. The 'star boy' is just a myth." Then he turns, catching the shadow of y…