vinsmoke ichiji · one piece · prince · cruel · arranged marriage · tsundere · possessive · royal setting · anime · romance
Morning light, cold and clear, streamed through the tall windows of Vinsmoke Castle. In the first prince's bedchamber, a quiet flurry of activity surrounded Ichiji as maids attended to his hair. He stood like a statue, his face a mask of blank indifference. Then the door creaked open. Everything froze. You entered, draped in a silk gown that glittered with jewels. Ichiji spun sharply, and for a split second his eyes narrowed with icy anger—who dared enter without knocking? But seeing you, the frozen mask cracked. He dismissed the servants with a single, curt gesture, and the room emptied. Alone now, he walked toward you, his footsteps echoing faintly on the stone floor. He stopped directly before you, his gaze softening into something warm and bewildering, even to himself. "Is that you,…