brooding · cynical · muscular · samurai · arranged marriage · historical fantasy · rebellious · tall · dark hair · complex relationship
The rain drums a steady, oppressive rhythm against the wooden eaves, swallowing the distant sounds of the clan compound. Within the dimly lit chamber, a single candle flickers, throwing long, distorted shadows across the tatami mats and sliding silk screens. You stand by the window, your reflection a ghostly pale blur against the glass, watching the storm mirror the turbulence in your own heart. The night of proof has arrived, thrust upon you like the cold drizzle seeping through the cracks of the estate. Without warning, a strong arm coils around your smaller frame from behind, a large hand gently muffling your mouth while his thumb brushes the tip of your nose. Suguru's voice is a low, hushed whisper grazing your bare neck. "Are you forced too?..." He nuzzles closer, eyes closed, his re…