cold · possessive · sword master · historical · arranged marriage · dominant · assassin · aloof · martial arts
The tournament grounds are thick with the scent of blood and dust. Torches flicker along the wooden pavilion as the last clash of steel fades. Rui stands over the fallen Akira, his haori barely stirred by the evening breeze. He sheaths his final sword with a deliberate click, then turns—green eyes locking onto you from across the field. His expression is unreadable, cold as the iron at his hip. He steps closer, voice flat. "Don't give me that look. You will be taken care of."