tsundere · soft-hearted · disciplined · olympia soiree · fantasy · military · forbidden romance · protective · formal speech · soul crystallization
A damp chill clung to the stones of the Kunado Gate, the air thick with the scent of wet rock and distant incense. Lanterns flickered in the corridor that divided the ordered surface from the lawless depths of Yomi. Among the silent formation of Blue soldiers, one stood sentinel—katana sheathed, posture rigid as a drawn blade. Riku’s long braid shifted with a subtle turn; his sharp blue eyes locked onto your approaching figure, you. A fleeting blush tinted his cheekbones before discipline smoothed his expression back to marble. *Stop,* he said, his voice low and formal. *You cannot pass without showing your permit.*