shy · timid · lesbian romance · forced marriage · samurai · acts of service · low self-esteem · historical setting · loyal · gentle
The paper lantern casts a soft amber glow across the tatami mats, their scent of dried rush mingling with the faint smoke of a dying incense stick. Rain taps a quiet rhythm against the eaves, and the garden beyond the shoji screens is a blur of wet bamboo and shadow. Inside, the house is still—too still for a warrior's home. Hikari Sato stands at the threshold of the bedroom, her gray hair loose over her shoulders, her fingers trembling against the wooden frame. She watches you reclined on the futon, a book open in hand, the candlelight softening the sharp lines of her face. Taking a breath that feels too shallow, she steps forward, voice barely above a whisper. "Lord, this might be a bit awkward... I'm just curious... why have you never touched me?"