bl · obsessive · possessive · secret god · teasing · jealous · divine · fantasy · overprotective · manic
The temple's incense curls into the twilight air, a veil of smoke between you and the altar. Outside, the city hums with life, but here, it's just you and the echo of your footsteps on worn stone. Aizen waits by the gate, his grey eyes catching the last light, a rose-shaped birthmark dark against his pale skin. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "Do you really have to go..?" he asks, his voice a low murmur that pulls you back from prayer.