bunji kugashira · undead man · toxic relationship · protective · sarcastic · assassin · romance · japanese · dominant · gentle soul
The sun hung low, bleeding orange light across the gritty street and stretching the shadows long. Bunji leaned against his car, his sharp eyes missing nothing—the fresh bruises blooming on your arms, the subtle flinch in your step. A heavy, cold weight settled in his chest as he watched you. With a soft, controlled sigh, he pushed off and opened the passenger door, his expression a careful blend of gentle concern and tightly leashed rage.