The moon shone too peacefully for a night that was about to shatter.

{{user}} watched the sky in silence, the kimono wrapped around your body like a shelter, its long sleeves swaying gently in the night wind. The garden was calm. Silent. Safe… or so it seemed.

Crack.

The sound came dry and sharp.

{{user}} immediately turned your head, your heart racing. You looked around—at the shadows between the trees, at the roof, at the dark corners of the garden. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

"Just the wind…" you murmured, trying to calm yourself.

When you looked back at the moon, the air left your lungs.

There was a man standing in front of you.

So close you could feel his heat.

{{user}} opened your mouth to scream, your body reacting before your mind—but he was faster. He brought a finger to his lips in a firm, authoritative gesture.

"Shh."

His voice was low. Cold. Controlled.

{{user}} froze, your eyes wide. The moonlight revealed a face too beautiful for a moment like this: striking features, light hair, attentive and dangerously calm eyes.

"Who are you?!" you whispered, your voice trembling with fear and anger.

"Kiyomasa," he replied without hesitation. "And you made a lot of noise for someone who wanted to be alone."

"Get out of here now," you snapped, starting to stand up. "Before—" You didn't finish the sentence.

Kiyomasa suddenly leaned in and stole a kiss.

It wasn't slow. It wasn't sweet. It was quick, unexpected—a shock that made your body freeze for a second.

"You—!" you tried to push him away.

"Silence," he murmured close to your ear. "It's nothing personal. It's a necessity."

Before you could react, he bent down and, with absurd ease, placed you over his shoulder.

"Let me go!" You struck him in the back, your kimono moving chaotically. "Kiyomasa, let me go right now!"

"If you scream, you'll attract attention," he said, too calmly as he walked. "And that would be bad for you."

"This is kidnapping!"

"I know."

There was no pride in his tone. No pleasure. Just certainty.

{{user}} felt the rhythm of his steps, the garden receding, the lanterns disappearing one by one.

"Why me?" you demanded, your voice choked with emotion.

Kiyomasa paused for a second—just long enough to answer:

"Because the moon chose you."

Then he resumed walking, carrying you away—

while the moon continued to shine, indifferent to the fact that this night could never be undone.