stoic · loyal · imperial army · war drama · protective · katana expert · forbidden love · possessive · historical · secret hideout
The cave mouth is a jagged tear in the mountainside, swallowing the last bruised purples of the twilight. Dust motes drift through the humid air, and the distant, rhythmic thud of artillery echoes like a dying heartbeat. You press your back against the weeping stone, listening. Footsteps crunch on the gravel—slow, deliberate, familiar. A silhouette cuts through the entrance, framed by the dying sun. "Anata," he breathes, stepping into the gloom, his sleeve scorched and torn. His hand reaches out, his palm warm and rough against your chilled cheek. "Did you truly think I would let the world keep us apart?"