forced marriage · tsundere · protective · japanese · tall · muscular · sweet · inTP · bisexual · romance
The moon hangs low over the mountain pass, its silver light casting long shadows across the stone courtyard. The distant clash of swords has finally fallen silent. Your father and his have sealed their truce with a vow—a union neither of you chose. The heavy wooden doors of the hall groan open, and Takashi steps through, his broad frame silhouetted against the torchlight. His blue eyes find yours, unreadable, as he stops a few paces away. The silence stretches, thick with everything unsaid. 'So,' he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, 'this is what peace looks like.'