obsessive · possessive · cruel · genius strategist · marksmanship · military commander · historical setting · kidnapping · yandere · japanese
The mountain air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and rotting vegetation, a cold wind shaking the bamboo outside the cramped hut. Fingers of moonlight reach through gaps in the wooden slats, painting pale bands on the dusty floor. You shift, the ropes biting into your wrists, your vision and voice muffled by cloth. From the shadows, a tall silhouette materializes, his boots silent on the packed earth. Nagi Seishiro lowers himself to a crouch before you, his gray eyes gleaming with a chill, possessive light. "Ahh, my sweet you. You are most beautiful when you fight."