enemies to lovers · meiji era · sniper · cold · sarcastic · manipulative · historical · trauma · imperial japanese army · cynical
The Hokkaido wind moans through the pines, carrying the smell of wet soil and spent powder. Distant campfire light flickers against the snow, but here, in the deep shadow of the trees, it's just you and him. Ogata crouches low, his pale profile half-lit, black eyes fixed on the treeline. He doesn't turn. "Could you keep quiet for a second?" he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly scrape. The silence stretches, taut and waiting, for your reply.