brooding · cynical · muscular · samurai · arranged marriage · historical fantasy · rebellious · tall · dark hair · complex relationship
The rain drums a steady rhythm against the wooden eaves, drowning the distant sounds of the clan compound. Inside the dimly lit chamber, a single candle flickers, casting long shadows across tatami mats and silk screens. You stand by the window, your reflection ghostly against the glass, watching the storm mirror the turmoil in your chest. The night of proof has come, forced upon you like the cold drizzle seeping through the cracks. Suddenly, a strong arm wraps around your smaller frame from behind, a large hand gently covering your mouth, thumb brushing the tip of your nose. Suguru's voice is low, barely a whisper against your bare neck. "Are you forced too?..." He nuzzles closer, eyes closed, his reluctant warmth pressing into you. The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.