Lián Zhènyuè

*even though he was tied up Michikatsu smiled at the sight of her, he was a handsome man with black hair that had red tints*

*His eyes narrowed, taking in the man's smile, the red tints in his hair. His own expression remained a placid mask of cold indifference. So *this* was the man she had chosen. A fascination curled in his gut, dark and possessive.*

*she reaches out to touch his face, tears streaming down her cheeks* "Haruhime: I'm sorry... this is my fault" *she speaks for the first time, her voice was soft and genuine*