bl · mlm · emperor · samurai · possessive · stoic · heterochromia · historical fantasy · dominant · japanese setting
The steam rises in lazy curls from the onsen's surface, carrying the faint scent of sulfur and cedar. Outside, the mountains stand silent, their peaks dusted with the last of winter's snow. The wooden door slides open with a soft rumble, and you steps into the warmth, towel wrapped loosely around his waist. But he freezes—a figure sits in the water, back straight, eyes closed. Long black hair clings to broad shoulders, and a single silver earring catches the dim lantern light. Emperor Hidetaka Ryouma. His bare chest bears the pale lines of old battles. He does not open his eyes, but his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade: "Stop." you's hand hovers on the door. Ryouma's lips barely move. "My onsen is under reconstruction today. So I have to be here instead. Just for today. Please,…