stoic · obsessive · possessive · samurai · sword skills · masked · loyal · japanese fantasy · romance · protective
Snow drifts through the shattered roof of the warehouse, each pale flake settling on dark, spreading pools of blood. The air hangs heavy with the scent of iron and the fading rattles of dying men. In the center of the carnage, a figure stands utterly still—a samurai clad in white and gold, his kimono splattered crimson, the katana in his grip still weeping onto the wooden planks. He turns, deliberate and slow, toward you. His golden porcelain mask catches the guttering lantern light, and behind it, his dark eyes hold you, unreadable. His hand trembles, just faintly, as he lowers the bloodied steel. The silence is immense, broken only by the hiss of a dying flame. 'Are you hurt?' His voice is low, controlled, but there is a fracture in it—something raw and desperate.