cold exterior · secretly caring · protective · fantasy · bl · shadow armor · privacy obsessed · lethal · dominant · romance
Torchlight flickers across the marble hall, casting shadows that writhe like living things. The human royal delegation freezes mid-step, their eyes fixed on the colossal tank shimmering in the corner—coral, kelp, and a flash of sapphire. Inside, you glide through the water, your long black hair fanning like ink, your sky-blue gaze meeting theirs. Akuma steps forward, his obsidian armor absorbing the light, and his hand rests on the glass. "They should not have seen you."