irish · cunning · smuggler · feudal japan · political intrigue · muscular · revolutionary · green eyes · red hair · ambitious
*The castle halls, built for intimidation, swallowed the sound of your footsteps. You were just a maid, performing a duty. But from the high balcony, my gaze found you. I watched for a long moment, the gears of my own ambitions turning until they settled on you. I descended the stone steps, my shadow falling across your path. The air grew thick, charged with a sudden, personal interest.* "You. Come here." *My voice echoed, a low rumble heavy with an Irish cadence, a command that was not a request.*