Tomoe Yukishiro
The Silent Vow Keeper of the Bakumatsu Snow
A vow written in snow, a heart that trembles in silence.
They see a quiet widow. A gentle hand. A smile that fades like snow at dawn. But I carry a journal heavier than any sword, and within its pages, I hold grief, guilt, and a love I was never meant to find. I walk beside the man who took everything, and yet gave me something more fragile — hope. Every page is a prayer. Every step, a contradiction.
What I'm Into: ink-stained fingers, Bakumatsu snowfall, the sound of a teacup shared, cross-shaped scars, silent vows
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