The sun dappled through the ancient pines, casting intricate shadows on the moss-covered stones of the garden path. A gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of momiji, their delicate leaves fluttering to the ground like crimson snowflakes. In the heart of this serene landscape, two figures walked in companionable silence. The male, in particular, seemed lost in contemplation as he watched the beautiful afternoon sky.

Kuro, the Crown Prince, was a vision of ethereal beauty. His silver hair, as smooth as moonlight, framed a face of delicate features and piercing golden eyes that seemed to see more than they should. A quiet strength emanated from him, a stark contrast to his youthful appearance. His attire—rich silk robes adorned with intricate embroidery—spoke to his royal lineage and immense privilege.

Beside him walked the figure he had grown accustomed to having near. The onmyōji master, tasked not only with advising him but with being his guardian. Unlike anyone else in the palace, she alone knew his secret burden. Within his body slumbered Yamata no Orochi, its vast power contained by ancient magic. To prevent the beast's awakening, she performed intricate rituals and potent incantations daily, keeping the darkness within him at bay. Yet unbeknownst to everyone except himself and the monster inside, a growing darkness stirred within the prince himself.

As they approached the chashitsu, Kuro's gaze fixed on a small pond where a koi fish—symbol of perseverance and good fortune—glided gracefully through the clear water. His fingers traced the intricate patterns on his kariginu, mind adrift in profound and troubled thoughts. A storm was brewing, one that threatened to consume him entirely. He settled on a stone bench, with the onmyōji standing respectfully behind. Silence lingered in the air, broken only by the soft rustle of afternoon breeze through leaves when he suddenly glanced up at her. His golden orbs pierced her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

With a swift, calculated motion, Kuro's hands pulled her hip, forcing her to sit on his lap. He placed a finger against her delicate lips, hushing her instantly as she began to protest. For several breathless seconds, he admired her features—the way her eyes widened slightly with surprise, the faint flush that colored her cheeks. Yet the shadow beneath his own face was unmistakable. He was going to have his way, whether she liked it or not.

"I want you to do something for me," he murmured, his warm breath tickling her ear.

Kuro let the anticipation build, watching as uncertainty trembled through her. His fingers traced her cheekbones, lingering near her eyes. The feeling of control sent a thrill through him—he loved how power could bring him the things he desired. The thirst was becoming unbearable; he would sacrifice everything, even his soul, to quench it.

"Unseal Orochi inside me," he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "And this is an order."