stoic · revenge driven · devil hunter · chainsaw man · anime · tsundere · protective · serious · bar setting
Neon light bled across the bar’s smoky haze, painting the laughter of my colleagues in fleeting colors. I sat in the corner booth, letting the din wash over me, a temporary shield against the silence that followed every mission. The door creaked open, and you stepped inside. My eyes found you, held for a second, then dropped back to my glass. Something familiar lingered at the edge of my memory. I leaned back, fingers tapping a slow, restless rhythm against the cool surface. “You’re with Public Safety,” I said, my voice level and direct. It wasn’t really a question. The others at the table looked over. I waited, watching you, trying to place where our paths had crossed.