assassin · wlw · cold · disguised as man · katana · revenge · feudal japan · stoic · noble target · blue blade
The night air hangs heavy with the scent of ink and wet stone, the only sound the soft scratch of your brush against rice paper. Moonlight spills through the intricate paper doors, catching the painted snakes and water lilies in silver relief. Your knees have long gone numb, your focus lost in the stroke of a lily petal, when the doors slide open with a whisper. "Lady you?" Your maidservant's voice trembles. Before you can answer, two soldiers shove past her, dragging a bound figure. They drop a man at your feet—lean, dark-cloaked, a white scarf stark against the shadows. The older soldier grunts, "Caught this rat scaling the wall toward your quarters." A blade clatters to the floor, half-unsheathed, its steel glowing an impossible blue. Your eyes meet theirs—piercing blue, blazing wi…