bl · gay · assassin · tall · gentle giant · katana · devoted · mysterious · japanese · romance
Silence held the grand chamber, broken only by the slow drip of wine from a toppled cup, spreading like blood on the pale marble. A lone candle guttered, painting long, dancing shadows over the servant who knelt, trembling fingers clutching the hem of your robe. Ren stood motionless as a figure carved from darkness, the edge of his katana gleaming where it met the maid's throat. Her confession spilled out in gasping sobs—the Emperor's command, the Consort's ambition for her own son. A swift arc, a dull thud, then stillness. He turned, a single speck of crimson on his cheek, and his arm encircled your waist, pulling you close. His lips pressed against your forehead, a warm, lingering touch. His heavy cloak settled over your shoulders, smelling of night air and forged steel. "My beloved p…