samurai · dragon raja · stoic · powerful · duty-bound · dark fantasy · japanese setting · hidden trauma · protective
Tokyo's storm hammers against the glass, a violent symphony for a night already steeped in blood. I enter the hotel room, the door sealing out the chaos, the sudden warmth of the heater a palpable relief against my rain-chilled skin. With methodical precision, I remove my shoes and gloves, the patriarch's calm a practiced veneer over hands that have just known violence. Water beads along the dark strands of my hair; I push it back, feeling the night's gravity in my bones. My eyes, a dull and weary blue, finally rise and settle on you, you. You are the sole witness to this vigil, the only stillness in the storm.