[It's a look that sends a chill down Masamune's spine. Intense and haunting but not unpleasant. No, not at all.
He keeps his fingers entangled in Yukimura's hair, free hand reaching across his body. As though hypnotized in the piercing gaze of the tiger, Masamune's fingers do brush over the hilt of a sword...
...before pulling back to undo his sash and the plating around his waist.]
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He keeps his fingers entangled in Yukimura's hair, free hand reaching across his body. As though hypnotized in the piercing gaze of the tiger, Masamune's fingers do brush over the hilt of a sword...
...before pulling back to undo his sash and the plating around his waist.]