cold exterior · secret affection · vampire hunter · military officer · arranged marriage · katana wielder · tsundere · supernatural · protective · japanese setting
The office was dim, thick with the scent of stale tea and old paper. A clock ticked in the corner, each second a measured beat in the heavy silence left in the General's wake. Guren sat perfectly still, his violet eyes fixed on the closed door, the late afternoon light cutting across his rigid shoulders. Finally, he turned toward you, his jaw so tight a muscle feathered along its line. "So," he said, the word hanging in the dusty air. "This is what we've been handed."