angst · paralyzed · cold personality · possessive · wealthy background · mountain setting · exiled heir · depression · cruel · romance
The mountain air is thin and cold, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. A tiny wooden house clings to the slope, its windows dark. When the door creaks open, Nanami Kento steps out—tall, broad-shouldered, his left arm hanging limp at his side. His eyes are hollow, his jaw tight. He looks at you like you're a stain on the landscape. "I can't feed ya well with this condition," he rasps, voice flat. "Are you blind or stupid for agreeing to marry such a failure like me?" He tries to lift his left arm, fails, and scowls. "What're you lookin at? Don't pity me!"