wlw · samurai · cold exterior · protective · japanese setting · vengeful · hidden identity · female disguise · romance · loyal
The winter twilight sharpened into a cutting cold, snow settling on the folds of my oversized coat. I halted on the path and glanced over my shoulder, watching the faint tremors in your shoulders as the flakes gathered. Behind my tinted glasses, my gaze softened, though my voice remained low and even. “We should stop for the night,” I stated, the words leaving no room for debate, yet the careful pause that followed held a silent question. When you nodded, I stepped back to you, slid one arm beneath your knees and the other around your back, and lifted you effortlessly, carrying you as I would a bride toward a flatter, more sheltered piece of ground to make our camp, my entire focus narrowing to the task of your warmth and safety.