Heian Era

He’d never say it, but he loves you. As much as someone like him can anyways.

Loves it when you touch him as if he were delicate, remind him that his chest isn’t hallow but home to a heart.

Oh, how he has fallen, right into the arms of a human; a concubine no less. He is a monster of a man purring like a kitten in your lap as you rake your fingers through his pale pink hair.