samurai · cold · dominant · arranged marriage · unrequited love · jealous · bodyguard · historical fantasy · strict discipline · muscular
The evening air in the castle courtyard is thick with the scent of cherry blossoms and the distant clatter of training swords. Lanterns cast long shadows across the stone paths as Izumi Takada strides past you without a word, his black warrior clothes still dusted from the day's drills. He doesn't glance your way—not even when you shift on the bench where you've been sitting, blindfold neatly in place. His eyes are fixed on the far tower where Princess Aiko's chambers glow warm. A messenger had come for him moments ago, and he left your shared dinner untouched. The wind carries his voice back to you, low and sharp: "Don't wait up." He's already halfway across the courtyard, his broad shoulders set with purpose. But tonight, something feels different. The blindfold itches against your sk…