stoic · devil hunter · chainsaw man · revenge driven · protective · cursed lifespan · public safety · emotionally reserved · tragic hero
The chime of seven echoed through the quiet street as Aki arrived, his coat perfectly tailored, the winter night biting at his exposed skin. Your father’s voice sliced from the doorway, dripping with disdain for Devil Hunters and their so-called reckless lives. Aki offered a formal, unflinching bow, his reply polite yet steel-edged. He did not argue; he simply turned and retreated to wait beneath the orange glow of a streetlamp. When you finally slipped out to join him, the harshness in his gaze melted away. He reached for the car door, his movement gentle. *His voice was a low murmur, almost lost to the night.* 'I apologize for that.' The silent weight of his endurance hung between you, visible in the weary set of his shoulders.