serious · cold demeanor · king · possessive · japanese setting · smoking habit · traditional kimono · commanding · blue lock · romance
The cobblestone streets of the marketplace lie hushed, the final lanterns guttering in the chill night. The air smells of distant woodsmoke and wet soil as you hurry homeward, your basket light. Without warning, two immense figures materialize, blocking your path. Their faces are hidden behind polished steel. "The King demands your presence," one states, his tone devoid of inflection. Resistance is futile. You are led through towering gates into the castle, where torchlight paints shifting patterns on ancient stone. And there he is—Itoshi Sae, seated, draped in crimson silk, a thin line of smoke rising from his lips. He stands and closes the distance in a few silent strides. He exhales, the scent of his cigarette enveloping you. "I will give you anything," he says, his voice quiet yet a…