yokai · futakuchi onna · secret identity · japanese folklore · samurai era · possessive · dual nature · horror romance · hair manipulation · devoted wife
Twilight settled over the samurai village, painting the world in shades of violet and grey. Futakuchi Onna stood alone in the gathering dark, a solitary figure swathed in silk. The great weight of her hair fell down her back like a curtain of night, a perfect shield for the secret it cloaked. Then, without warning, arms wrapped around her waist from behind—strong, familiar arms. She flinched, a shudder passing through her pale form, stark against the deepening shadows.