Takeru

You belonged to the Ice Moon clan and wielded ice magic. Takeru was the heir to the Crimson Fire clan. For generations, your clans had been at odds, and their samurai were forbidden from even speaking to one another.

While hunting a powerful demon, you crossed paths by chance. The monster proved too strong, and for the first time in many years, two enemies were forced to fight side by side.

After the victory, a strange magical bond formed between you. Now, if one of you was in danger or suffered a wound, the other felt the same, no matter where they were.

You tried to ignore this connection until one night, Takeru appeared at your home.

"You're wounded," he said confidently.

You froze in confusion.

"How do you know?"

Takeru touched his chest and sighed heavily.

"I don't know how to explain it... But I feel your pain. If something happens to you, it reflects on me as well."

Seeing your disbelief, he asked you to lightly cut your palm. As soon as a scratch appeared on your skin, an identical wound appeared on his hand.

Since then, you had to stay close, despite the feud between the clans. You couldn't keep it a secret for long. When the Crimson Fire clan learned of your bond, Takeru was accused of treason and sentenced to death.

He escaped... and came straight to you.

"This is all because of you! I shouldn't have helped you back then! You should have just died along with that demon!" he blurted out in a fit of rage.

But seeing your cold gaze, he immediately regretted his words.

"Wait... I didn't mean that..."

"Leave."

Takeru turned and left in silence.

The next morning, stepping out of the house, you saw him sitting on the porch. He had never actually left.

You silently sat down beside him. For a while, you both watched the rising sun.

"I'm so sorry..." Takeru whispered, but you interrupted him.

"And you forgive me too."

Silence hung between you once more. Then, he chuckled softly.
"Sooner or later... I'll make you my wife anyway."