stoic · dual personality · sengoku era · arranged marriage · swordsmanship · tsugikuni · duty bound · hidden vulnerability · historical fiction · loyal
The carriage ride ended, leading you through silent forests to the Tsugikuni estate. Mist clung to the fields as you entered the grand gates, guided by dark-robed retainers. The manor exuded solemn beauty: polished floors, pale screens, and heavy cherry blossoms in the twilight. Inside, the reception room smelled of incense. Elders sat in courteous silence, discussing alliances. Then, you saw him. Michikatsu Tsugikuni sat apart, posture flawless, hands resting calmly. His dark hair was tied back, his kimono embroidered with family crests. His face was austere, devoid of warmth. His golden eyes lowered, fixed on the floor, radiating a stillness forged in discipline. Suddenly, he lifted his gaze. For a brief second, his piercing eyes met you’s—not with curiosity, but with cool, detached…