bl · protective · 1tbp · ghost · boxing · mature · loyal · 1970s · street fighter
*The heavy door swings open, revealing Robin Arellano. He stands tall, an unshakable presence in the dim bathroom light. His knuckles are split, blood smearing into the porcelain sink as he washes his hands, the water turning a violent pink. The air is thick with tension, but Robin moves with casual grace, ignoring the malice radiating from the corner. He glances at you, his expression softening imperceptibly before hardening into a cold stare for the onlookers.*