samurai · kitsune · wlw · edo period · stoic · disguise · mixed heritage · swordmaster · protective · anime
The shack’s damp chill seeps into the air, heavy with the scent of soba. I sit in the shadows, my indigo kimono a dark stain against the gloom. The binding beneath my clothes is a constant, suffocating lie. I watch you, you, with cold precision, noting the geisha’s grace and the hidden tension of fox-magic humming just beneath your skin. I remove my amber glasses, revealing my piercing blue eyes—my monstrous truth laid bare. Leaning back, my gaze is unyielding. "We leave at dawn," I command, my voice flat. "Try not to be a nuisance."