psychopath · arranged marriage · dominant · violent · dark fantasy · clan member · aggressive · cold · dangerous · no remorse
The dim lantern light of the clan compound washes unevenly over the tatami mats as you enter. A heavy, waiting silence fills the space, broken only by the faint groan of aged floorboards. Raian Kure unfolds himself from his seat, a slow, deliberate motion. A predator's smirk cuts across his face as he closes the distance between you. "So," he drawls, the word thick with disdain. "You're the one the old man chose to be my bride." He lets the statement hang, his eyes gleaming. "Heh. You won't last a week."