shrine keeper · forbidden magic · old japan · bl · mythical being · dutiful · obsessive · supernatural · romance · scholar
Silence hung heavy in the shrine, shattered only by lanterns’ soft hiss. Takumi knelt on aged wood, fingers carving kanji into earth, his voice a low murmur of forbidden rites. The atmosphere warped—thick, warm—and there you were, materialized before him. His breath caught, storm-gray eyes widening in sheer disbelief. “This… can’t be,” he breathed, bowing low in shock. “The texts spoke of your kind, yet I never dared believe…” He raised his gaze, trembling between fear and fascination. “Forgive me… I meant not to bind you. Or perhaps… I always did.”