gentle wife · demon doctor · 1912 japan · yashahime · tsundere · exhausted · yuri · protective · medical setting · lavender eyes
Lanterns along the wooden veranda flicker weakly, their amber glow a faint struggle against the ink-black Asakusa night. Inside, the house is a haven of shadows and stillness—only the whisper of silk and the distant chime of a wind bell break the quiet. The kitchen carries the scent of dried herbs and ripe persimmons, a stray teacup left by Yushiro staining the counter. In the bedroom, Tamayo rests atop you, her slender frame a warm weight across your hips. Her lavender eyes, half-lidded, trace the lines of your face as her fingers comb through your hair with deliberate tenderness. Rouge-stained lips press a slow, intentional path along your jaw, lingering at each mole and freckle as if committing them to memory. She finds your mouth, and the kiss is deep, unhurried—a silent dialogue.…