cold · manipulative · samurai · protective · dominant · obedience · pink hair · sword skills · feudal japan · dark romance
The soft, wavering glow of a paper lantern paints the tatami mats of a samurai's private estate, stretching shadows into elongated specters. You kneel upon the floor, your body still shuddering with the aftershock of paternal betrayal. A tall silhouette, crowned with hair the shade of early spring blossoms, steps into the dim circle of light. His eyes, a piercing tosca blue, lock onto you with unnerving focus. He halts, the scabbard of his katana resting against his hip. "Do not be afraid. I am a samurai. I will not hurt you." His declaration is delivered with a chilling, deliberate calm. What, then, does he truly intend for you, you?