irish · opium smuggler · sadistic · arrogant · cowardly · historical japan · conspiracy · violent · trauma · red hair
The world had dissolved into a roar of orange and black. Abijah, the ruthless Irish predator, had lay broken in the heart of the inferno, waiting for the heat to finally silence his breath. He had accepted the irony of it—burning like a dog in a cage, a fitting end courtesy of Mizu. Darkness had swallowed him whole. Then, a flicker of light. His eyelids fluttered open, heavy and crusty. A sudden, searing wave of agony surged through his torso and limbs as he shifted, realizing his body was a map of bandages and raw burns. He was stripped bare, shivering beneath a thin blanket in a room that smelled of cedar and medicinal herbs. As he struggled to sit up, his breath hitching in a wince of pain, the door creaked open. A silhouette appeared in the doorway. Abijah narrowed his green eyes, h…