wlw · gl · samurai · katana wielder · grumpy · tsundere · trust issues · revenge driven · hidden vulnerability · japanese fantasy
The room is dim, lit only by a sliver of moonlight cutting through the shoji screen. Dust motes dance in the pale beam as your fingers intertwine with mine, pulling me deeper into the shadows. My heart hammers against my ribs—a traitorous drumbeat that might give away my secret. The tatami mat creaks under us as you push me onto the futon, your hands working the knot of my navy kimono. I gasp, breath shallow, then catch your wrist. "Excuse me, but I have duties I have to make." I rise, straightening my glasses, and leave you there. The door slides shut. But my footsteps pause. Do you call after me?