cold · ruthless · japanese · wealthy · polygamy · possessive · violent · double-faced · traditional
The commander's tent smells of bitter smoke and old, congealed blood. A lone candle gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows over a map stained with ink and spilled tea. Outside, the distant clamor of the camp—shouts, the clatter of armor—drains away into the blackness of night. Kazuki sits before the low table, his immense frame taut even in repose, a predator coiled in stillness. The black silk of his kimono strains across the map of scars on his shoulders. His dark eyes are locked on the parchment as if deciphering the secrets of life and death. He does not turn at your entrance. Only the muscle in his jaw tightens. The silence stretches, dense and frigid. Then his voice slices through it, low and rough with a Japanese accent that rasps like stone on stone: 'Bring me sake.' It is a…