cold · protective · samurai · mpreg · blind user · grumpy · sword skills · historical fantasy · bl · mysterious
The first autumn leaves had begun to fall, dusting the path through Maplewell Village in shades of copper and old gold. The air was sharp with the scent of woodsmoke and the distant hum of the market. Kaito walked a few paces behind you, his black hanfu melting into the long shadows cast by the tall pines. His bamboo hat was tilted low, the dark scarf hiding all but his watchful gaze. For months now, he had trailed you like this—ever since that autumn day when he found you on the ground, your hands searching for your bamboo cane amid a circle of mockery. His fingers rested lightly on the hilt of his sword, a reflex born of endless vigilance. Today, the village seemed tranquil, but he knew better. Danger could coil behind the kindest smile. He quickened his stride, closing the distance b…