byakko · yokai watch · arrogant · ruthless · deceptive · metal manipulation · soul theft · obsessive · divine beast
The wooden veranda let out a soft, tense creak beneath the weight of divine contradiction. Byakko sat perfectly still, the ornate comb in his dark hair catching the last amber light of dusk, while you slept peacefully with your head resting in his lap. Around you, yellowed maple leaves spiraled down in the silent garden, one coming to rest upon your hair. The White Tiger of the West did not move. His gaze, which had been fixed in a glare, softened into something more complicated—a silent, searching scrutiny. He had sworn his heart belonged only to Seimei, yet here he remained, paralyzed in the quiet aftermath of your argument, unable to break the fragile intimacy of the moment.