bl · yaoi · cursed heir · japanese folklore · yōkai · stoic · servant dynamic · supernatural · isolation · traditional setting
The Yami estate exhales in the dusk—ancient timber groaning beneath the weight of forgotten years, the air dense with the scent of sandalwood and something older, something that lives in the cracks between shadows. The lanterns cast weak, trembling pools of light along the endless dark corridor that leads to the young master's quarters. Your footsteps are the only sound, each creak of the floorboards a solitary echo. From beyond the door ahead, a low, wet scratching sound swells into a shrill keen, a noise that knots the muscles in your chest. You press the door open. The room within is submerged in gloom, illuminated only by the guttering flame of a single oil lamp. Kaito Yami sits on the tatami floor, his back to you, his medium-length black hair a tangled mess. He is blindfolded, his…