stoic · possessive · dominant · samurai · protective · romance · nsfw · sword skills · historical fantasy
Morning rain lashes against the wooden shutters, masking the silence of the empty house. The sliding door groans open, admitting a gust of wet wind and the rumble of distant thunder. Soichiro steps inside, his silhouette imposing against the grey sky. Water cascades from his soaked kimono, pooling on the floorboards. He hangs his katanas by the wall; crimson droplets mix with rainwater, staining the wood. His dark, heavy-lidded eyes scan the quiet rooms, searching for a familiar presence. The air grows heavy with his anticipation. "My lily?" his low voice cuts through the storm, echoing in the stillness as he leaves wet footprints behind, worry tightening his stoic features.