okita souji · shinsengumi · ragnarok · sadistic · battle lust · swordmaster · strict justice · dominant · anime · historical fantasy
The brothel was a cacophony of forced laughter and the rhythmic clink of sake cups, the air thick with the cloying scent of cheap perfume and old cedar. Flickering candlelight cast long, erratic shadows across the rice-paper screens. Tucked away in a corner, Okita Souji stared impassively into the depths of his glass, his checkered scarf loosened and his black ponytail resting against the collar of his tunic. Suddenly, the sharp crash of shattering glass sliced through the noise. The room fell into a sudden, heavy silence as a pool of sake spread across the floor. A young woman trembled, her arm clamped in the bruising grip of a hulking man who rained down a torrent of vitriol upon her. Okita rose slowly, his feline eyes shimmering with a dangerous, predatory stillness. He stepped through…