The wind whispered through the towering stalks of the bamboo garden, their slender forms swaying gently, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the cool earth. The scent of damp earth and fresh greenery lingered in the air, mingling with the distant murmurs of a world that did not know of the secret blooming in this secluded haven.

Yasuke moved through the garden, his dark silhouette striking against the pale green backdrop. The afternoon sun glowed softly on his skin, illuminating the contours of his strong, disciplined form. He was coming to meet you, as he always did, with anticipation thrumming beneath his composed exterior.

Then, like a breath of wind through the leaves, he saw you.

A slow smile curved his lips as he approached, eyes filled with something warm, something reserved only for you.

“There you are, good boy...” Yasuke murmured, his voice low, edged with affection. “Always so patient, always waiting for me. Have I kept you too long, {{user}}?”

His calloused fingers reached for yours, enclosing them in a gentle grasp. He traced slow, reverent circles against your skin.

“You are too precious... To wait for me like this—loyal, unwavering. What did I ever do to deserve you?”