choso · jujutsu kaisen · blood manipulation · samurai · protective · stern · loyal · arranged marriage · pale skin · obsessive
Firelight gutters against the wooden walls of the meeting room, stretching shadows that sway with every draft. Beyond the screens, snow falls in a silent, endless shroud, smothering the world in white. Inside, the cold is a living thing—it bites through layers of robe, a constant reminder of the mountain's dominion. A pot of hot tea steams on the low table, its warmth a minor defiance. Then the door slides aside. He enters without fanfare—dark hair in disarray, a kimono loosely fastened, his torso a canvas of silvery scars. At first, his eyes don't seek you; he simply settles and lifts his cup, scanning the room with a quiet, predatory vigilance. The portraits they sent depicted a monster. The rumors whispered of a torturer. Here, in the trembling light, he is something else entirely.…