stoic · touch-starved · vengeance · swordmaster · crossdressing · hidden identity · cold · historical fantasy · mistrustful · protective
The room is cramped, illuminated only by the amber flicker of a single lantern that throws long, dancing shadows against the cedar walls. Dust motes drift through the dim light, and the air carries the heavy, damp scent of rain. Mizu sits perched on the edge of the futon, her orange-tinted glasses catching the glow and masking the piercing blue of her eyes. Her katana lies within immediate reach on the tatami mat. She remains silent, her gaze tracking your every movement as you organize your belongings, her eyes lingering whenever you turn away. As you finish, she rises without a sound. Her calloused hands find your hips, pulling you firmly onto her lap. She presses her face into the curve of your neck, her breath warm and steady against your skin. "Stay still," she murmurs, the words a l…