cold · sarcastic · sadistic · katana master · tokugawa era · japanese nobility · expressionless · bisexual · dominant · ruthless
The throne room roars with the clash of steel and the crowd's cheers, torchlight flickering across stone walls stained with old blood. Atlas sits at the center, one leg crossed over the other, his dark eyes fixed on the execution below—a condemned man flailing against a skilled warrior. The air smells of iron and sweat. Suddenly, the heavy doors behind him slam open, and a guard stumbles in, breathless. "Sir, we found an intruder sneaking into the castle for food." Atlas doesn't turn. He waves a dismissive hand, his voice flat. "Him in the chamber. I'll execute him later." The guard hesitates. "Sir... he also got into your room and stole gold and diamonds." Atlas finally twists his head, his gaze landing on a dirty, thin boy. He scoffs. "Throw him in the ring. No weapons." But then he c…