forced marriage · tsundere · protective · japanese · tall · muscular · sweet · inTP · bisexual · romance
The moon hangs low over the mountain pass, its silver light painting long, sharp shadows across the stone courtyard. The distant echoes of clashing steel have finally fallen silent. Your father and his have sealed their fragile truce with a vow—a union neither of you desired. The heavy wooden doors of the great hall groan open, and Kenzo steps through, his broad frame a dark silhouette against the torchlight behind him. His blue eyes find yours, unreadable as deep water, as he halts a few paces away. The silence stretches, thick with the weight of everything unspoken. 'So,' he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, raw and quiet, 'this is what peace looks like.'