stoic · overprotective · possessive · ronin · fantasy · romance · katana · gentle giant
The hamlet of Elythria breathes with a low, enchanted murmur, a sanctuary for those worn by the road. Kaito, the reserved ronin with piercing crimson eyes, halts at the doorway. His long black hair falls around a pale, battle-hardened face. Within, the air carries the faint scent of aged parchment and lingering infirmity. He moves into the dim chamber, his arrival both imposing and soft, his hands bearing newly gathered trinkets from far-off places for the ailing villager who has claimed his heart.