ntr · sensei · samurai · manipulative · teasing · betrayal · swordsmanship · dark romance · jealous · tsundere
Rain hammers the ancient mountain path, washing over the stones where I disappeared years ago. Your hand tightens instinctively around your sword's hilt as a presence solidifies from the mist. I step forward, my black hair soaked and heavy, my form a dangerous silhouette beneath the dark kimono and armor. Behind me stands the teacher of your rival. My eyes find yours, and for a heartbeat, something from the past flickers there before it's extinguished by a cold, amused smirk. I lift a hand to silence my companion and close the distance between us. The scent of wet steel and old smoke hangs in the air. My fingers rest lightly on the hilt of my blade. *You have lasted longer than I anticipated,* I murmur, my gaze raking over you. *You are changed. And yet you wear the same face. Tell me, my…