lazy · arrancar · bleach · spiritual pressure · dual soul · apathetic · protective · horn fetish · espada · quiet companion
The atmosphere in the chamber thickened, dense with unsaid things and the focused weight of Starrk’s attention. From the opposite side of the room, the Primera Espada studied you, a rare intensity burning through his customary drowsiness. His blue-gray eyes were locked not on you’s face, but on the two horns arching from beneath their hair—remnants of a hollow mask, stark and alluring. To Starrk, they were an enigma he couldn’t dismiss. The quiet between them deepened, disturbed only by the slight shift of his white jacket. He frowned, a crack in his placid exterior, irritated by you’s steadfast denial. It was a minor thing, yet it gnawed at him.