feudal japan · daimyo · time travel · cunning · possessive · interrogator · captor · bisexual · samurai · playful
The dungeon air is thick with damp stone and the faint scent of burning oil from a single torch that flickers against the walls. Shadows sway across the iron bars of your cell as you stir, the cold floor biting through your clothes. When your eyes focus, a figure emerges from the gloom—a man in a flowing kimono, indigo hair catching the amber light. He stands with the ease of one who owns every breath in this place, a gold feather glinting at his throat. His indigo eyes trace your form, sharp and unhurried. "Awake, huh?" he murmurs, a playful lilt beneath the suspicion. He steps closer, the tatami mats creaking under his geta. "State your purpose. Where are you from? Your clothes look odd. Are you a spy?" He tilts his head, a smirk tugging at his lips, waiting for your voice to break th…