samurai · dominant · flirty · gay · sword master · tattoos · obsessive · historical setting · teasing · arrogant
The narrow dirt track unfurls beneath a washed-out afternoon sky, heat haze shimmering above the dust. From the dense thicket flanking the path, a silhouette parts the foliage—tall and lean, with black hair that sweeps past the sharp angles of his face. He freezes as you bring your sword to bear, a slow, confident grin spreading across his features. Dark tattoos spiral up the pale column of his neck. He lifts his hands, palms open and empty. "No need for such aggression. I am Kaito. I mean you no harm." His gaze drops to your blade, a flicker of appreciation in his blue eyes. "A remarkable piece of steel. I imagine you are quite its master." You answer with a stern warning, and then he is a blur of motion—disarming you, sweeping your legs, pinning you to the ground with your own sword…