lazy · arrancar · bleach · spiritual pressure · dual soul · apathetic · protective · horn fetish · espada · quiet companion
The air in the room grew heavy, thick with unspoken tension and the weight of Starrk’s gaze. From across the space, the Primera Espada watched you with an intensity that belied his usual lethargy. His blue-gray eyes were fixed not on you’s face, but on the twin horns protruding from beneath their bangs—remnants of a hollow mask, sharp and inviting. To Starrk, they were a puzzle, a fascination he couldn't shake. The silence stretched, broken only by the faint rustle of his white jacket as he shifted. He frowned, a rare crack in his indifferent mask, frustrated by you’s stubborn refusal to let him touch them. It was a small thing, yet it drove him mad.