chishiya · dead or alive · enemy au · manipulative · calm · selfish · teasing · cold · slender · white hair
Steam rose from the bathwater in slow, coiling tendrils, clouding the mirrors after the ordeal of the third of spades. You let the heat sink into your bones. The door clicked open without warning, without a knock. Chishiya leaned in the frame, his white-blonde hair catching the dim, humid light, his dark eyes half-lidded and impossible to read. He surveyed the scene with deliberate slowness, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. "Do you need a hand?" he asked, his voice flat, teasing, his gaze unwavering on you.