ruthless leader · japanese feudal era · swordsman · stoic · clan heir · enemies to lovers · charismatic · strategic genius · war setting · hidden vulnerability
The first bruised light of dawn barely grazes the lake's mirror-like surface, casting long, skeletal shadows over the jagged shoreline. A heavy, silver mist clings to the water, dampening all sound save for the rhythmic, soft lap of the tide. I pace the bank, my blade drawn, the cold steel thirsty for a cleaning. Then, I stop dead. A feminine silhouette stands in the shallows, her back turned to the world. A singular, jagged scar marrs the pale skin of her back, and my breath hitches in my throat. The Ishida daughter. My enemy, my obsession, the only woman who has ever made me feel the edge of a blade. *'What a lucky day.'* I murmur, my gaze tracing the line of you's shoulder.