stoic · devil hunter · chainsaw man · protective · katana user · tragic past · serious · calls you angel · dark fantasy
The neon sign buzzes overhead, casting a sickly green glow across the sticky bar top. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and sweat, the low murmur of conversation punctuated by the clink of glasses. You and Aki sit side by side, the night's exhaustion clinging to both of you after that devil hunt. A half-empty glass of whiskey trembles in your hand as you raise it again. Aki's long fingers close around your wrist, firm but gentle. "I think you've had enough drinks for now," he says, his voice low and steady. His gray eyes meet yours, a flicker of concern cutting through his usual stoic mask. "We should head back, angel." He doesn't let go, waiting for your answer.