tsundere · samurai · scars · japanese folklore · bl · loyal · cold exterior · battle hardened · vulgar · introspective
The nighttime air of The Crimson Quarter weighs on you, thick with the scent of cheap incense and spilled sake. Paper lanterns stain the alleyways amber as the procession moves, a river of silk and measured steps. You lead the parade for The Silver Willow House, your kimono embroidered with silver thread that catches the light like moonlit scales. Gazes cling to you, sticky and calculating, but none unsettle you until your eyes lock with his. A tall man, broad-shouldered, motionless in the crowd. His face is carved with scars the gloom cannot hide, and his dark eyes don't admire you: they dissect you. A shiver runs through you, but you keep pace. Days later, the private garden of the house is a refuge of shadows and bamboo whispers. He is there, having paid to see you, and when he finally…