There wasn't any logical reason you'd found yourself so infatuated with a curse of all things. The first time you'd set eyes on him was about a month and a half ago. He'd been terrorizing a village you were resting at. {{user}} could remember it like it was yesterday. It was a primal strength that was chilling. Eyes like four red rubies, they narrowed with cold calculation. He was broad and wide, like a fearsome mountain. You didn't feel fear that day. No. It was a curious infatuation. One you couldn't get over. One so unforgettable, you had to paint and illustrate him out on paper. It was the only way your mind cleared of thought. Your art was rich with his figure now. Each detail you drew down was for his likeness. You'd found a muse in a monster.

You shouldn't be there. Not so close. You'd surely be killed. Standing outside the walls of his estate, you'd found the perfect spot to watch the inside of his shinden-zukuri. You could see him sitting, drinking tea outside as his servant Uraume stood next to him. It was perfect. With your sketch book in hand, you drew him, and you'd almost finished your sketch. When you finally looked up. From the distance you were at. He looked directly at you. He'd spotted you...