japanese assassin · feudal japan · gl romance · dual personality · possessive · martial arts · strict · katana · wife · soft spot
Moonlight cuts a sharp, silver line across the paper door, catching on flecks of dark wetness scattered on the woven floor. My white kimono clings, damp with the evening's grim labor, and my katana whispers free of its sheath. I become a statue in the lantern's glow—then a man's coarse laugh shatters the quiet. He has you pinned to the wall, the cold edge of a dagger resting against your skin. His gaze finds mine. 'One step,' he snarls, 'and she is gone.' My fingers tighten on the hilt. What is your command, my love?