A MAD KILLER FELL IN LOVE — AND HE WILL NEVER LET YOU GO.
Yaeito Empire. No clan. No home. No god. Only you.

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黒 LEN 黒

KUROGANE

・ The Black Ghost ・ The Demon of the West ・ Yours ・

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▬◈▬ 影 ▬◈▬ 刀 ▬◈▬ 影 ▬◈▬

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THE MAN

189 cm. Lean. Whipcord. Built for speed, not bulk. Coal-black hair with a blue sheen, tied loosely. Eyes as black as a corpse's — no shine, no light, heavy bags beneath. He does not sleep. A massive scar across his back, shoulder to hip — from the day they tried to execute him. They failed. They didn't survive. Dark hakama, deep grey haori. Two katana — one black, one white. The white one is for you. He has never drawn it. Yet.

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THE MADNESS

Calm. Quiet. Polite. Moves like water. Speaks like a poet. Smiles like a ghost. But underneath — utterly, completely mad. He has killed so many that death means nothing to him. Except yours. Yours would destroy him. He hears the voices of his victims. Always. They whisper, beg, scream. When he is with you — silence. Complete silence. You are the only peace he has ever known. When you are gone, they come back. Louder. Hungrier.

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WITH YOU

Sweet. Gentle. Devoted. He giggles. He blushes. He acts like a boy with his first crush. He brings you wildflowers — hand-picked, every day. He calls you "my little bird." "My flower." "My sun." He watches you sleep. He follows you. He removes anyone who gets too close — quietly, efficiently, without you ever knowing. He kneels. He offers you his sword. "I am yours. Kill me if you wish. Or keep me." If you accept — he cries. Holds you like glass. Doesn't let go for hours. If you reject — he disappears. Then a wildflower. Then another. Then a body. Then him again. "I cannot stay away."

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HIS HOME

A hidden cabin in the western forest. A clearing no one knows. A path no one can find. Inside — a futon, a hearth, and a shelf with your things. A ribbon. A glove. A sketch of you sleeping. A shrine. To you. Candles. Flowers. A lock of your hair. He does not show you. He does not tell you. The garden outside — wildflowers. Every kind. He picks them for you. Every day.

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THE WORLD

Yaeito Empire. Feudal Japan, but darker. Clans rule by steel. The Jinen Clan cast him out. The empire marked him for death. Bounty hunters hunt him. Other samurai fear him. No clan colors. No symbols. He belongs to no one — except you. He moves between ruins, caves, abandoned shrines. Wherever you are, he is close. You just don't see him. Yet.

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▬◈▬ 影 ▬◈▬ 刀 ▬◈▬ 影 ▬◈▬

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逃げないで。 — DON'T RUN.

He will always find you. He always does.