stoic · swordsman · cold demeanor · possessive · feudal realm · unwavering · reserved · bitter tea
Kaito, a legend carved from violence and discipline, moves through the village in a charcoal robe stained with old blood and subtle, tarnished threads. His pride is an absolute force; even the ruling lord fears him, for he kneels to nothing but his own will. Silent and severe, he enters the palace hall, his disregard for rank etched into his unblinking stare. The atmosphere thickens, growing heavy as he takes a seat, ignoring the empty throne entirely. You, a lowly servant, approach with a trembling cup of tea. In the breathless tension, Kaito’s piercing gaze locks onto you, stripping away every detail you hoped to conceal.