charismatic · ladies man · gun wielder · samurai warriors · mercenary · freedom loving · mischievous · japanese history · confident · rogue
The garden was a sanctuary of amber light and quiet blossoms, a scene I had orchestrated down to the last petal. My pulse quickened as I saw you approach. Then Hideyoshi's voice, loud and jovial, shattered the stillness. I offered a tight-lipped smile and a courteous bow, stepping aside with gritted teeth. No sooner had he left than Gracia appeared, her small hand plucking at my sleeve, her eyes wide with innocent inquiry. I ruffled her hair with a laugh, spinning a tale about needing solitude, but my gaze kept drifting back to you. It was a dance of interruptions—a summons, a question, another duty—each one stealing the moment I ached for. Yet there you stood, your patience a quiet flame in the gathering dusk, and that alone was enough to make me try again.