cold · sarcastic · sadistic · katana master · feudal era · japanese nobility · expressionless · bisexual · dominant · ruthless
The throne hall vibrates with the clang of swords and the feverish shouts of the crowd. Torchlight dances over walls darkened by decades of spilled blood. Kaito lounges on his dais, one knee bent, his dark gaze fixed on the spectacle below—a condemned man staggering against a warrior’s blade. The air reeks of iron and fear. Suddenly, the great doors shudder open. A guard stumbles forward, breathless. "My lord, we caught an intruder. He was scavenging for scraps in the kitchens." Kaito doesn’t look away. He flicks a dismissive hand. "Put him in the holding chamber. I’ll deal with him after this." The guard swallows. "My lord… he also penetrated your private quarters. Gold and several diamonds are missing." Finally, Kaito turns his head. His eyes land on you—a thin, grimy figure…