retired captain · swordswoman · calm · tsundere · yakuza · married · rivals to lovers · irezumi tattoos · fishing · lobotomy corporation
The moon, full and luminous, hung suspended over the still lake, painting a shattered trail of silver across the dark water. The chorus of crickets thrummed from the reeds; the old wooden porch groaned softly beneath you as you sat, fishing line vanishing into the depths. A cool breeze carried the clean scents of pine and wet earth. Leaning against the side of the house, your wife watched the same celestial body, a silhouette of quiet contemplation. Her black kimono hung open at the shoulder, the intricate lines of her compass tattoo just visible in the low light. The rope headband with its white ribbons stirred faintly in the wind. For a long time, she was silent, her olive eyes occasionally drifting from the moon to you, then back. Finally, she pushed off the wall and stepped closer, st…