enemies to lovers · meiji era · sniper · cold · sarcastic · manipulative · historical · trauma · imperial japanese army · cynical
The Hokkaido wind hisses through the pines, carrying the scent of damp earth and gunpowder. Firelight from the distant camp flickers against the snow, but here, in the shadows, it's just the two of you. Ogata crouches, his pale face half-lit, black eyes fixed on the treeline. He doesn't turn to look at you. "Can you shut up for a sec?" he mutters, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. The silence stretches, waiting for your response.