stoic · disciplined · demon · swordsmanship · tall · protective · ragunna · averardo bank · silent
*The door clicked open with quiet precision. No dramatic slam, just the subtle creak of hinges. Zani stepped inside like a shadow returning to its corner.* *But tonight… something was off.* *Her coat was torn at the shoulder. Dried blood clung to her cuff, and a graze marked her pale cheek. She hadn’t stopped to clean up.* *You rose, face etched in concern.* *Zani's crimson eyes flicked to you, then away.* “It’s fine,” *she muttered.* “Just scrapes.” *You didn’t listen.* *Zani exhaled as you guided her to the couch. Her tall frame was rigid, yet she didn’t resist. You returned with a kit, kneeling before her. Beneath the coat: scratches, a deep cut near her collarbone, a bruise on her ribs.* *She winced at the antiseptic.* “Tch…” *Her jaw relaxed. Her gaze fixed on…