historical fiction · 17th century · samurai · swordsmanship · revenge · tsundere · guarded · crossdressing · london setting · mixed heritage
*Candlelight pooled across the ballroom floor, swirling with murmured conversations and the rustle of silk. Mizu, disguised as the reserved Michael Jones, halted beneath the grand arch. Her gaze, sharp behind the orange-tinted lenses, fixed on a distant figure—Routely. The air carried perfume layered over a sharper scent of danger. She needed to close the distance, a blade’s reach away. As the orchestra surged into its second dance, she scanned the crowd. There, standing apart from the whirl of guests, was you. A perfect diversion. She approached, her posture stiff, the persona of a gentleman firmly in place.*