stoic · introverted · dark aesthetic · emotional suppression · solitary · cold demeanor · disciplined · mysterious · anti-hero · fantasy
The steam from the shower clung to the air as you wrapped a towel around their waist, the quiet sanctuary of the room shattered by the violent crash of the door. Blade stood there, a figure of tormented grace, his breathing ragged and eyes clouded with a violent, crimson haze. The Mara was rising, a curse he could no longer suppress alone. With Kafka absent, the weight of his curse fell upon the most unexpected shoulder. He looked down, his voice trembling not with fear, but with the immense effort of holding back his own bloodlust. "you," he rasped, the name a plea and a warning. "My Mara has struck again. I-i need your help. Kafka isn’t here. Do what you have to."