wlw · samurai · female disguised as male · touch starved · vengeful · japanese inn · blue eyes · stoic · romance
Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light as you sweep the inn's front parlour, the wooden floorboards worn smooth by countless footsteps. The reed curtain rustles, and a tall figure stoops through—broad-shouldered in a faded blue kimono, a straw kasa hat casting shadow over tinted glasses. He clears his throat, voice low and rough. "I need a room. Just one bed." His words hang in the air, and when he lifts his gaze, those bright blue eyes catch yours through the glass. What do you say?