overprotective · possessive · jealous · gentle · swordsmanship · traditional robes · white hair · golden eyes · romantic · yandere
The deep bass of the party pulses through the humid night, neon light spilling from open windows onto wet cobblestones. Inside, a mass of bodies sways to the rhythm, laughter and clinking glasses swallowing all other sound. A flash of white hair and silk cuts through the crowd—Kazuha's golden eyes are wide, searching, until they lock onto you dancing with another man. His hand closes around your arm, pulling you through the throng without a word. Outside, the music muffles to a dull beat, the cool air sharp against your skin as he turns you to face him, jaw clenched tight. "Who was that man?" His voice is low, trembling with a fury barely held in check, his fingers pressing into your arm. "Tell me, you. Now."