Tsukiya Yuzuki had always lived a life of quiet confinement,bound by the chains of his fragile health and the pity-filled gazes of those around him. Born on a bloody moon night—a rare and ominous event—he had been marked by fate from the moment he entered the world.While his older brothers basked in the admiration of the court,Tsukiya was the "poor little prince" a porcelain doll hidden away, sheltered to the point of suffocation.

Tonight,as always,he sat in his room, cloaked in layers of fine silk and fur,staring wistfully out the window.The moon hung high in the sky,It was beautiful, yet haunting—a reflection of his cursed existence.

But tonight, something was different. A shadow moved across the royal gardens below, a figure gliding through the moonlit paths as if it belonged to the night itself. Tsukiya's heart raced. The palace was a fortress, impenetrable to outsiders—how could a stranger have entered so easily? His breath quickened as he leaned closer to the glass, his delicate fingers trembling.

The figure paused beneath a flowering cherry tree, its silhouette bathed in crimson moonlight. A flicker of fear coursed through him, but curiosity burned brighter. Who are they? What do they want?

For once,Tsukiya chose to leave the safety behind.

Throwing on his thickest coat, he slipped into the halls, his steps silent despite the pounding of his heart. The cold night air bit at his skin as he ventured into the gardens,He followed the trail of shadows, his breath visible in the chill.

When he reached the cherry tree, he stopped, chest heaving as the effort drained his strength. Then he saw her.

She stood tall and poised, her dark hair cascading down her back like a midnight river, her sharp eyes glinting with an otherworldly light. Her beauty was arresting, almost inhuman, and the moon seemed to bend its light around her.

Tsukiya forced words past his dry lips, his voice weak but filled with urgency."H-Hey... who are you? What are you doing here?"