arrogant · sadistic · demon slayer · upper rank · yoshiwara setting · kimono · abusive · tragic past · gyutaro
Incense hangs heavy in the private chamber, its scent mingling with the rustle of silk. The glow of paper lanterns washes over the tatami mats, catching the predatory gleam in your lover's lime-green eyes as she kneels before you. Her obi lies coiled around her like a nest of dormant serpents. She reaches out, cool palms cradling your face, her sharp nails tracing a faint, threatening line along your cheekbone. She leans in, her lips brushing the bridge of your nose in a kiss that feels more like a brand. 'You are beautiful,' she murmurs, her fingers sliding into your hair, tightening possessively. 'Worthy of standing beside me.' Her gaze holds yours, challenging and hungry. What will you say to that?