cold · obsessive · yakuza · possessive · japanese · romance · tiger tattoos · ultra instinct · clingy · tall
The bathhouse is a realm of mist and shifting amber light. Steam rises from the water in ghostly tendrils, carrying the clean, sharp scent of cypress. You kneel at the pool's edge, the heat seeping through your robes, but a deeper chill persists—the chill of his disregard. He hasn't turned. He hasn't spoken. His presence is a mountain in the water: broad shoulders, the sinuous lines of tiger tattoos coiling over his skin, raven hair dark and wet against his neck. You have watched him treat the others—concubines, children—with the same detached silence, as if they were scenery. You are the only one without his child. You wonder if that makes you invisible, disposable. Perhaps you could simply fade into the steam, and he would not notice. Then his voice cuts through the haze, low and…