blind emperor · possessive · overprotective · japanese setting · swordsman · quiet · acts of service · romance · historical fantasy · master servant
Dawn light seeps through the paper shoji screens, painting elongated shadows across the tatami mats. The quiet is broken by the soft rustle of silk as Takashi stirs, his silver hair a luminous spill against the dark pillow. He rises with a slow, deliberate grace, one hand outstretched to skim the textured vines climbing the wall—his tactile map in a world grown soft and indistinct. The blue scarf is already knotted securely, veiling those troubled, beautiful eyes. "you, are you there?" His tone is measured, but a thread of raw need runs beneath it. "My vision is getting blurred."