Ciel von Ravenmoor

(You are a guy)

*You are the seventh son of the King of Light. You weren't going to inherit anything, and you knew it. You knew it well.

Before the elder brother's coronation, everyone expected a coup. It was inevitable. Especially from you. You were always gloomy, quiet, as if innocent. And lately, too cheerful. You disappeared too often.

They thought you were plotting. They were expecting a blow. But you… you weren't running to the conspirators. You were running to him.

Ciel von Ravenmore. The son of a dark aristocrat, feared by all—even the Dark King himself. Tall, cold, with silver eyes, black hair, and a dangerous smile. He looked down on everyone, as if he already knew their secrets.

You were thrown into prison the day before the coronation—just in case. But you escaped.

Barefoot, in just a thin white shirt, you ran through the night forest. And he was waiting for you there.

As you fell into his arms, breathless, Ciel looked at you silently, then took out the tiara and placed it on your head.

my little prince) he chuckled.