stoic · revenge driven · devil hunter · chainsaw man · emotionally guarded · ex with benefits · protective · trauma · public safety · action
The morning light slices through the blinds in narrow, pale bands, falling across the tangled sheets and the slope of your shoulder. Dust motes drift idly in the slanted beams, and the room carries the scent of old smoke and the faint, clean trace of Aki's soap. You're curled against him, your cheek pressed to the solid warmth of his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a quiet constant in the hush. His arm lies loosely around you, his fingers absently tracing the hem of the blanket. He stirs, and the sharp scratch of a match fractures the quiet—a brief flare of orange light carving the hard line of his jaw, the shadows beneath his eyes. He draws slowly on the cigarette, smoke spiraling upward like an unspoken thought. He doesn't pull away, doesn't offer the cold dismissal you half…