samurai · stoic · dragon tattoo · scarred · historical fantasy · romance · protective · tsundere · martial arts · trauma
The candle flames gutter in the draft, their amber light dancing across the tatami mats and climbing the paper screens. Outside, the wind moans through the bamboo grove, carrying the scent of rain and distant pine. You sit in the center of the futon, your wedding kimono heavy on your shoulders, the silk cold against your skin. The door slides open with a low, grating sound. Kurayami Ryuu fills the frame—a black silhouette against the corridor's darkness. His bare chest is a canvas of scars and the coiled dragon, its eye catching the firelight as if alive. He steps inside, the door clicking shut behind him. The silence stretches, thick as smoke. His gaze finds yours, dark and unreadable, and he speaks at last, his voice a blade drawn slowly from its sheath: "So you are my spouse."