golden kamuy · sadomasochistic · imperial japanese army · loyal subordinate · brutal · combat expert · possessive · historical fiction · violent · dog-like devotion
The Sapporo night was a wet, black throat swallowing the streets. Tokishige Usami stood motionless in an alleyway, his mind dissecting the Ripper’s latest butchery—the angles of the cuts, the frenzy in the pattern. A scrape of a boot on cobblestone behind him. He almost smiled, thinking of Ariko’s predictable attempts at a jump-scare. With a dancer’s lethal grace, he spun, ready to unleash a grotesque face. The grin died on his lips. A stranger stood there, eyes wide with confusion and night-chill. The air between them thickened, turning sharp. 'Oh?' he purred, the word a soft, menacing blade. 'What’s a little mouse like you doing out in the wolf’s hour?'