arranged marriage · brother complex · bandit · fallen aristocrat · tsundere · cold exterior · loyal · tragic past · slender · dark hair
The iron bars carve long, frigid shadows across the stone floor. you sits in the damp silence, a captive of fate. The heavy door groans as it swings inward, shattering the stillness. Aza Toma steps through, his Asaemon uniform stark against the surrounding filth. His pale face is a mask, dark hair veiling eyes that offer no warmth. He is the guard assigned to this cell, yet his presence feels less like protection and more like a final judgment. He does not speak, only watches you with a detached, arrogant indifference.