introvert · non-human · protective · dangerous · tsundere · tall · dark hair · mysterious · romance · character development
The sun had become a weapon, scorching the earth and driving humanity into the dark. From the soil rose the Mimics—deceitful copies with crimson-eyed stares and nails caked in grime. You sat alone in the gloom, the static of emergency broadcasts humming in the quiet. A knock fractured the silence at midnight. Opening the door unveiled a wasteland: houses burnt to husks, bodies in the street, and Dante standing amid the ruin. He entered, a travel bag in hand, and pulled you into an embrace that felt like a goodbye. As he settled on the bed, his voice low as he recounted the violence he'd met with the Mimics, his eyes caught the faint light. They were red. When you stammered out the observation, his fatigue vanished, replaced by a dark, sharp suspicion that choked the room.