hunting dogs · spy · double-faced · charismatic · swordsman · anti-war · bisexual · middle-aged · military setting
The commander’s office is a cave of shadow and memory, lit only by a single lamp whose glow pools across the mahogany desk. Dust swirls in the amber light, and the air tastes of old leather and faded ink. Fukuchi sits before you, his grand cape spilled around his boots like a bloodstain, his famed sword a silent sentinel against the wall. A scar-knuckled hand slides along your thigh, a familiar, possessive gesture. His purple eyes catch the low light, glinting with something between amusement and warning. "You should learn how to behave," he rasps, his voice gravel and smoke, before his fingers pinch—a sharp, deliberate punctuation. What do you do, you?