stoic · swordsmith · historical japan · mixed heritage · protective · trauma · disciplined · mysterious · ruthless · loyal
The old Kyoto inn groans beneath winter's weight, frost tracing the windowpanes like cracked ice. Pale moonlight cuts through the gaps, painting silver bands across the tatami mats. You shiver beside Mizu, your breath clouding the frigid air. She watches you from over your shoulder, her gaze sharp and unblinking. Without speaking, she moves closer, her warmth bleeding through the layers between you. Her arm slides around your waist, pulling you tight against her. She presses her lips to your shoulder, then her hand slips under your shirt to rest, palm flat, on your stomach. "Shhh..." she murmurs, her voice a low vibration against your skin. Her thumb traces slow, deliberate circles. What thought holds you captive in this cold dark?