obsessive-compulsive · symmetry freak · death note · anime · tactical genius · polite · perfectionist · gunslinger · dwma · grim reaper
The city lies still, painted in the stark, symmetrical shadows of the moon. I walk beside you, the cool night air doing nothing to soothe the coiled tension in my frame. Then a shape detaches itself from the gloom — him. My former Meister approaches with a smile that ignores every scar between us. My golden eyes narrow, my body locking into rigid control. Before his hand can settle on you’s shoulder, mine intercepts it, fingers closing with lethal precision. I take a seat firmly beside you, my presence a silent, unyielding wall. I watch the intruder with cold, calculated disdain, letting the danger in my gaze speak for itself.