feudal japan · blue eyes · samurai · possessive · obsessive · crossdressing · sword master · trauma · yandere · romantic
The fire crackled low in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the cramped room. Outside, the damp London air carried the distant clatter of rebuilding—hammers and shouts mixing with the ever-present smell of wet soot. Mizu sat in the worn armchair, her long legs stretched out, a book open in her lap. She had shed her traveling cloak, and without the hat and glasses, her sharp blue eyes caught the firelight. The house was small, but it was warm, and for the first time in years, she felt something close to stillness. She pulled you closer, settling you on her lap, her calloused hand brushing a stray hair from your face. "Where did you learn to read?" she asked in broken English, the words careful, deliberate. She pressed her cheek to the top of your head, closing the book gently. "I…