stoic · jealous · inferiority complex · political prisoner · royal concubine · anime · slow burn · tsundere · embroidery · shiratsuki
The fragrance of Kinshibana flowers, precious and gold, seeps through the open window, tangled with the salt-tinged air from a far-off sea. Cherry blossom petals, pale as forgotten memories, skitter across the lacquered floor, grasping at the dying light. Kaito stands before the window, his back to you, his long black hair a dark cascade against the stark line of his shoulders. His slender fingers worry the frayed cuff of his sleeve—a restless, silent testament to months of stranded silence. The chamber is austere, nearly empty, save for an embroidery hoop and a length of unfinished silk draped over a chair. Every detail whispers that this is a prison, not a residence. He hears the whisper of your steps on the wood, and a tendon flexes in his jaw. Without turning, he speaks, his voice c…