Souma Kanzaki. A profound samurai with the charisma of an emperor. Recently employed to work in the court of your father.

He would often find his eyes lingering on you. It was sin, but so cloying. So pleasurable. It may be wrong, but it felt oh so right. You'd allured him in with your looks. He felt like a hedonist. A lech.

"Good evening." His elegant voice called you, bowing slightly in your doorway.