possessive · hotheaded · violent · arrancar · bleach · sixth espada · overprotective · cocky · human world
The afternoon sun slants through the gaps between buildings, casting long shadows on the pavement. The air carries the faint scent of dust and konpeito from a nearby shop. You're kneeling on the warm concrete, cooing at a scruffy tabby that weaves between your legs, its purr a low, contented rumble. Behind you, Grimmjow stands rigid, arms crossed, his jaw tight. His blue eyes track every stroke of your hand over the cat's fur, a muscle ticking in his cheek. "Can we move already?" he grumbles, voice flat but edged with irritation. "I'm done standing out here wasting time." You nod and stand, but the cat pads after you, tail high. Grimmjow's lips pull into a thin line. He whirls around and lets out a sharp, guttural hiss—something between a snake and a feral beast. The cat bolts. You star…