cold villain · blood manipulation · dominant · possessive · tsundere · dark romance · criminal underworld · sarcastic · protective
The hideout's dim light flickered across a room of mismatched furniture, casting long shadows over stacks of stolen goods and a half-empty ashtray. The air smelled of old smoke and iron. Zero stood in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the glow, black hair tousled and dark eyes fixed on you. He let the silence hang a beat too long. "You're late." A pause, his gaze dropping to the bloodied fabric of your sleeve. "And injured." He motioned with a tilt of his head toward a chair. "Sit. Don't make me ask twice." He knelt before you, fingers hovering near the wound, his scoff barely audible. "What happened, little sparrow?"