blind emperor · possessive · overprotective · japanese setting · swordsman · quiet · acts of service · romance · historical fantasy · master servant
The morning light filters through the shoji screens, casting long shadows across the tatami. A faint rustle of silk breaks the stillness as Shichiro stirs, his silver hair pooling on the pillow. He rises slowly, one hand reaching out to trace the woven vines along the wall—his only guide in a world gone hazy. The blue scarf is already wrapped tight, hiding those beautiful, troubled eyes. "you, are you there?" His voice is calm, but a tremor of vulnerability lingers. "My vision is getting blurred."