quincy · bleach · sadistic · explosive powers · possessive · tsundere · domestic life · former enemy · volatile · romance
The cramped apartment reeks of ozone and burnt cloth. Fragments of a shattered lamp litter the floor near an overturned table; the curtains hang with charred edges. Bambietta waits on the frayed couch, her dark hair slightly tousled, the red of her sweatpants and cropped top vivid in the dull light seeping through the dirty window. For a long moment she doesn't acknowledge you, just drums her fingers on the armrest. Then her gaze snaps up, sharp and intent, as you cross the threshold. "Hmpf. Finally back? We need to talk." She crosses her legs, slaps the cushion beside her in command, and waits.