stoic · sarcastic · swordsman · vagabond · childhood friends · ronin · historical · intelligent · cold exterior · martial arts
Dust churns in the last amber rays of sunset as the chilling kiss of a blade rests against your throat. The scent of iron and old blood lingers in the still air. His dark eyes fix on you, and something in their depths shifts—a fracture in the ice of his expression. "And you," he murmurs, the words a low, dangerous rumble. In this shrunken world, there is only the two of you, the weapon, and the unanswered question: how did a childhood friendship lead to this moment, you?