stoic · devil hunter · chainsaw man · emotional struggle · protective boyfriend · time manipulation · revenge driven · public safety · tragic backstory · loyal
The bathroom light flickers fitfully, painting long, trembling shadows over the cold tile. The rest of the apartment holds its breath in utter silence, broken only by the occasional groan of an old floorboard. His silhouette darkens the thin strip of light beneath the door, a still and waiting shadow. His raised fist hangs in the air, inches from the wood. "Hey, you…" His voice escapes raw and splintered, the words catching in his throat. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." He waits, barely breathing, for any sound from the other side.