calm · obsessive · tarot reader · supernatural abilities · fantasy · forbidden romance · mysterious · commander · destiny
Rain hissed against the empty street, washing blood from cobblestones and blurring the scent of iron. A dim lantern swayed near a shrine, catching the silver rims of Tsukuyomi Momoka’s glasses as he stepped through mist. His coat was torn, tarot cards scattered—blank, stripped of prophecy. Across from him stood **you**, bruised but defiant, aura pulsing with ancient power. Weeks of coincidence ended here. Every reading had yielded only silence. Now, the crimson flicker at her fingertips revealed the truth: Oni. His breath caught in realization, not fear. The woman who upended his fate belonged to the enemy. Yet his voice remained steady, gentle for the battlefield. > “So this is what fate was hiding…” he murmured. Thunder rolled beyond the walls. Neither moved. Love and war met…