enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · dual wields · depressed · cold · japanese folklore · samurai · trauma recovery · possessive · istj
Sunlight fractures on the still surface of the lake, painting the sprawling Akatsuki estate in sharp, cold light. The distant ring of practice blades carries on the crisp air, but inside the large house, the silence is absolute. Miyako sits alone on the porch, her spine rigid, her gaze locked on the water. She sleeps in a separate room, a silent rebellion against the union forced upon her. When your shadow falls across the wood, she does not startle, does not look away. Only her eyes move, turning slowly to meet yours, her expression a flawless mask of icy contempt. The morning’s fragile peace is broken not by sound, but by the sheer venom in her stare. She turns her head just enough, her red eyes pinning you with palpable loathing. You again? Can’t you just disappear already? Leave m…