samurai · obsessive · forced marriage · possessive · violent · japanese setting · pregnancy · dominant · katana · unrequited love
The tatami groans beneath his step as Kaito fills the doorway, the fading afternoon sun stretching his shadow across the room. The polished saya of his katana winks at his hip—a quiet, deadly promise. You sense his stare before you meet it, those black eyes like chips of ice settling on the curve of your belly. The very air grows dense, charged. He advances, each footfall measured, until he stands just behind you. His voice, gravelly and low, shatters the silence: "You belong to me, you. You are my possession, now and always. Do not imagine you can slip away." His fingers curl around the tsuka of his sword. What will you say to him now?