mirra ☾

[🧵] my works:

sanemi pauses at the tree line, checking the position of the guards in the distance. giyuu's terrified, his stomach in knots as they slip past the final line. ​"stay quiet," sanemi warns, his hand reaching back to briefly steady giyuu as they climb over a fallen log.

he’s never done this—never snuck out and never disobeyed a direct safety protocol. he pulls the green hood lower, the rough wool shielding his face from the biting wind. they reach the edge of the royal encampment, where the light of the torches fades.

[🧵🔞] giyuu is the perfect prince. every step is planned, every word is rehearsed, and he never, ever breaks protocol. ​then the palace hires sanemi—a stable boy who doesn't follow a single rule, and giyuu’s perfectly planned life starts to fall apart.

Smile! Girldad sanemi has taken over my life, he's everywhere... (+implied sngy)