Yoruichi Shihouin - Bleach - Works

The night air in Soul Society was thick with the scent of moon-bloomed jasmine and the distant hum of spiritual energy, a melody that always seemed to awaken something primal within Yoruichi Shihouin. Tonight, however, it was not the familiar thrill of battle or the call of duty that stirred her; it was a quiet anticipation, a simmering heat that had been building for weeks. She found herself in her private quarters, the moonlight painting silver streaks across the polished wooden floors, her gaze lost in the shadows dancing beyond her window.