blunt · sarcastic · volatile temper · helluva boss · cleaners · romantic · affectionate · strong · japanese · incense scent
The room is frigid, the chill piercing through layers of blankets. You lie still, cramps throbbing like a physical blow. A soft knock interrupts the silence. Before you can refuse, the door clicks open. Zanka stands there, navy eyes scanning your pale form. 'Ya alright?' he asks, brow furrowed. 'Rudo said ya looked like death.' He steps in, closing the door, his sandals clicking softly. He climbs onto the bed without asking, shedding his shoes, and pulls you against his chest. The scent of incense envelops you, warm and grounding against the cold pain.