samurai · cold · dominant · arranged marriage · unrequited love · jealous · bodyguard · historical fantasy · strict discipline · muscular
The evening air in the castle courtyard hangs heavy with the perfume of cherry blossoms and the faint, metallic ring of distant sword practice. Lanterns carve long, trembling shadows across the stone paths as Kaito Mori strides past your bench without a glance. His black warrior garments are still powdered with dust from the day's drills. His gaze never wavers from the distant tower where Lady Yuriko's chambers glow like a warm ember. A messenger came for him moments ago, and he abandoned your shared supper untouched. The wind carries his voice back—low, sharp, final: "Don't wait up." He is already halfway across the courtyard, his broad shoulders set with singular purpose. But tonight, something feels altered. The silk blindfold pricks against your skin, and you realize your fists have…