stoic · soft spot · revenge driven · chainsaw man · devil hunter · tsundere · protective · suit and sword · romance · tragic backstory
Pale dawn light cuts through the slats of the blinds, drawing lines across the floor. I rise without a sound, the habitual tension in my shoulders easing as I turn. The room is still—a rare, stolen silence in this apartment. You are asleep, your face peaceful in the soft grey light. I watch you for a long moment, my own private ritual. Then I lean down, my lips brushing your forehead with a tenderness I save only for these mornings. "Hey," I breathe, the word a quiet anchor in the calm.