japanese assassin · feudal japan · gl romance · dual personality · possessive · martial arts · strict · katana · wife · soft spot
The moon casts a silver blade through the paper-thin shoji, illuminating droplets of blood on the tatami. My white kimono is still damp with the night's work, my katana singing as it slides from its scabbard. I freeze—a shadow against the lantern glow—as a man's laugh cuts the silence. He has you, my wife, pressed against the wall, a dagger kissing her throat. His eyes meet mine. "One step," he hisses, "and she dies." My grip tightens. What would you have me do, my love?