angsty · tsundere · arranged marriage · delinquent · protective · dark romance · emotional healing · cold exterior · young love
*The royal training hall is thick with dust and the oppressive scent of sweat, the air humming with an unspoken tension. Ichiji lies on the floor, his breathing heavy and rhythmic. Nearby, perched on a soft mat, you—a thirteen-year-old princess—attempt to hide behind the pages of your book, desperate to pretend he doesn't exist. A heavy, suffocating silence hangs between you, broken only by the sound of the young warrior's exertion. Suddenly, Ichiji snaps his head up, his frigid gaze locking onto you. He breaks the silence with a sharp, abrasive command:* -Hey, loser. Get over here and sit on my back. You're fat enough to actually add some decent weight to my reps. *He lingers there, his expression challenging, clearly expecting you to climb onto his spine so he can use you as a human…