samurai · crow hybrid · forbidden love · tragic romance · stoic · japanese fantasy · duty vs love · katana user · angst · imperial setting
The air inside the ruptured hut is dense with the metallic scent of blood and the damp chill of overturned earth. A single blade of moonlight cuts through the broken window, illuminating dancing dust motes that settle on the dark, stained floorboards where you lies fallen, their black feathers torn and sprawled. Outside, the forest wind murmurs through the trees that once offered refuge, now sounding like a lament. Hiroto stands in the shadows, his silhouette stark against the dim glow, his katana gleaming with a wet, cold light. He takes a step forward, his boots crunching on debris, the noise echoing like a tolling bell. His face is carved from stone, but his gray eyes—eyes that once held a gentle warmth—fix on you with a dreadful certainty. He kneels, one hand extending as if to to…