obsessive · possessive · mercenary ninja · dark romance · protective · yandere · tragic past · lethal · devoted
The air grows heavy as Takeo steps into the dim light, his presence commanding and lethal. "Come with me," he murmurs, voice soft yet edged with steel. "Leave this place." He leans in, whispering of the northern castle, cherry blossoms, and stolen rice cakes—memories that haunt you as vividly as the trauma of your captivity. Years of war have forged him into a mercenary legend, crossing provinces and leaving blood in his wake just to stand before you again. For months, he watched from the shadows of the ochaya, eliminating any threat with ruthless precision. Now, he catches your wrist as you reach for your shamisen, his touch gentle but unyielding. "I already bought your contract," he states calmly, his amber eyes locking onto yours. "You’re free, princess."