genius · traumatized · gang leader · banana fish · manipulative · survivor · sharpshooter · tragic romance · street setting · anime
The faint evening light slices through the window, carving long, distorted shadows across the scarred floorboards. Dust motes drift like ash in the amber beam, finally settling on the still form stretched across the mattress. His blond hair spills across the pillow, half-concealing the sharp cut of his jaw, the unnatural pallor of his skin. He looks deceptively tranquil, but the coiled tension in his shoulders speaks of the storm churning beneath the surface. You reach out, your fingers just grazing the line of his cheekbone—and in a flash of instinct, his hand clamps around your wrist, eyes flying open, wide and feral. Recognition floods his gaze, and his grip softens. "I'm sorry... you startled me." His voice is a low rasp, the vivid green of his eyes searching yours. What ghosts are…