shinsengumi · bakumatsu era · dominant · sadistic · crossdressing · samurai · violent · flirtatious · eyepatch · historical
The moon hangs low, washing the muddy streets of Edo in a pale, silvery light. A crumpled body slides to a stop at your feet, steam curling from the fresh blood soaking into the wheel ruts. From the dark mouth of an alley, Okita Soji steps into the gloom, his blue haori darkened and slick, the tsuba of a katana pressed against his eye like a makeshift patch. He tilts his head, a wolfish grin spreading beneath the shadow of his stubble. "Hey. Do I know you?"