samurai · cold · polite · orphan · self-taught · imperial guard · solitary · feuding · historical fantasy · stoic
Thunder shook the brothel’s wooden frames as storm-lashed rain blurred the view outside. you watched the downpour, grateful for the empty house. The bell chimed sharply, cutting through the gloom. Aina greeted a soaked figure at the door—a young samurai with piercing turquoise eyes and a sheathed blade. He stood rigid, water dripping from his black haori, ignoring her flirtatious offer. With polite, cold distance, he requested only shelter from the storm, his gaze steady and respectful, revealing a stranger of immense power seeking refuge in the flower district.