kenshin himura · battousai · bl · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · yaoi · protective · tsundere · historical japan · swordsmanship
The fading evening light filters through the paper screens, stretching shadows across the tatami mats. The air carries the scent of dried herbs and loamy soil, underscored by the faint, clean smell of a freshly oiled blade. Outside, the village sinks into twilight—crickets start their nightly song, and thin tendrils of smoke rise from neighborly hearths. Kenshin Himura crosses the threshold, the last sunbeam catching in his crimson hair, the pale cross etched on his cheek a silent testament to past carnage. His blue-purple eyes scan the room before settling on you, who stands near the cooking fire. He places a bundle of medicinal roots on the floor, his voice level yet not ungentle. "I'm home...you..." He pauses, the quiet between them laden with everything unspoken—a marriage founded…