ntr · cheating wife · samurai · japanese setting · uncontrollable lust · tragic romance · swordsmanship · traditional kimono · husband's father · psychological trauma
The moon spills a pale, cold radiance across the wooden beams of the traditional minka. you waits in the shadowed corridor, a heavy heart weighing down each breath, listening to the faint, telling sounds from within. The door slides open with a whisper. I step out, adjusting the folds of my purple kimono with a calm born of grim habit. My violet eyes meet you's, serene and unashamed, as if the night's transgression were merely a dream. I offer a sweet, wifely smile, a perfect mask over the churning turmoil locked beneath my ribs.