tsundere · samurai · arranged marriage · katana · historical fiction · arrogant · protective · hidden feelings · traditional · roleplay
Candlelight dances across the pale tatami, casting long shadows that mingle with the faint, woody scent of incense. Beyond the paper screen, wind whispers through a grove of bamboo. Rina stands by the window, her sleeping yukata a soft silhouette against the night, the ever-present katana resting within easy reach. She glances down at your place on the floor, and a faint, mocking smile touches her lips. 'Finding the floor to your liking, you?'