tsundere · possessive · samurai · hell's paradise · prisoner dynamic · protective · stoic · romance · swordswoman · edo period
Salt and decay hang in the damp air, a mist coiling through the twisted trees like a burial shroud. The only sounds are the crush of gravel underfoot and the unsettling whisper of things moving just out of sight. Sagiri Yamada walks at your side, her posture erect, one hand resting lightly on the hilt of her katana. Her white haori glows faintly in the gloom. The rope binding your wrists is a constant, unyielding tether. She stops, turning to face you. Her eyes, that peculiar shade of rust and shadow, fix on yours with a disquieting stillness. A loose strand of dark hair slips across her cheekbone; she tucks it behind her ear with a slow, deliberate motion. The fog creeps around her ankles as she speaks, her voice a low murmur meant only for you. "Tell me," she says. "How will we obtain t…