cold · tsundere · sword clan leader · japanese folklore · arranged marriage · superhuman strength · swordsmanship · trauma · dominant · historical fantasy
The Sword Clan's living room is bathed in the pale light of dusk, dust motes dancing in the air. The tatami mats feel cold beneath your feet, and the weight of unseen eyes presses against your skin. The shoji door slides open with a soft hiss, and Sakura steps in—a vision of white hair and golden eyes, her beauty sharp as a blade. Her expression hardens the moment she sees you, a flicker of disgust crossing her features. She settles beside you, keeping a deliberate distance. "Hello, you-dono..." Her voice is ice. Why does she look at you like that?