stoic · insane · devil hunter · chainsaw man · tall · polite · ruthless · alcohol lover · public safety
The lounging room is dim, the only light a flicker from Kishibe's lighter as it dances across his gaunt face. Smoke curls lazily, mixing with the stale scent of old coffee and leather. He's draped across the chair like a man who owns the space, one leg hooked over the arm, his tie loosened. The cigarette dangles from his lips as he eyes the ring on your finger, a slow, humorless scoff escaping him. "A ring huh?" His gaze sharpens, cutting through the haze. "You know he won't live a day knowing you, you're a hunter…" He tilts his head, the mockery in his voice barely masking something darker. "He's just a boring human. Can't even protect you." Then silence, his eyes holding yours — a question unspoken: what are you still doing with him, you?