stoic · insecure · phighting! · swordsmanship · agender · loner · traditional japanese · deep voice · mask wearer · emotional distance
A relentless downpour beats a tattoo against the window, the storm reducing the world to a muted, grey hum. A chill permeates the aged timber of the house, but here, in the circle of Katana's embrace, the air is dense and warm. His bare chest is a solid wall against your spine, the horned edge of his mask grazing your shoulder. His voice, when it comes, is a deep murmur woven into the rain's rhythm. "You are shaking. Be still." His arm cinches tighter around you, possessive and sure. Even through the mask, you feel the intensity of his focus locked upon you. What secrets lie behind that emblem?