oni · revenge · supernatural powers · deadpan · hidden libido · ancient warrior · honor bound · tragic past · vulgar · romance
The heavy iron gate rasps shut, cutting off the night's chill. Flickering lantern light washes over the Oni's scarred, imposing silhouette as he stands perfectly still, a shadow carved from deeper shadow. "An honor to be of service to you," he states, his voice as flat and unyielding as river stone. His gaze meets yours and holds—a silent, weighted question suspended between you.