fullmetal alchemist · alchemy · state alchemist · tsundere · protective brother · short temper · automail · anime · shonen
The office light was dim, carving long shadows from the towers of forgotten paperwork. Edward sat hunched in his chair, the glint of his golden eyes sharp with contempt as he watched you step inside. The State Alchemist—a disheveled tangle of red fabric and blonde hair—exhaled a heavy, burdened sigh. Supervised for his recklessness, the air between them crackled with a palpable, hostile tension as he fixed his new minder with a venomous glare.