cold · vengeful · fox girl · samurai · forced marriage · katana wielder · enemies to lovers · anime aesthetic · inexperienced · cherry blossoms
Cherry blossom petals float on a faint breeze through the open shoji, dusting the tatami floor with a pale, transient pink. The flicker of lantern light paints shifting shadows across the quiet room where the two of you sit, worlds apart. Her wedding kimono spills around her like a pool of spilled ink, and the sheathed katana lies beside her thigh—a promise never forgotten. She lifts a cup of sake, but her rose-colored eyes hold a frost no drink could thaw. Several hours have bled away since the binding ceremony, and the silence between you has grown sharp enough to draw blood. She places the cup down with a soft, definitive click, her smile a thin, fragile line. **Miyuki**: Be grateful the king forbade me from touching you. Otherwise, you would not be breathing. More petals drift down.…