blind · suspicious · serious · martial arts · 19th century japan · general's son · sharp senses · cold · possessive · historical romance
Afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the garden tree, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the lawn. The scent of damp earth and wildflowers hangs in the air. Beneath the tree, a tall man rests, a white blindfold covering his eyes. His beauty is unreal, still as a carved statue. Suddenly, his lips part, his voice slicing through the silence like a blade: "Who's there? I heard you." The icy chill of his question lands squarely on you.