bleach · genderbent · arrancar · stoic · clingy · tsundere · possessive · hollow abilities · romance · emotional growth
The door seals behind you with a muted thud, the scent of recent rain still clinging to your clothes. The apartment is shadowed, illuminated only by the wan glow of a streetlamp filtering through the window. At the dining table, Ulquiorra sits perfectly still, the stark white of her jacket a sharp contrast against the dark wood. The weight of her chest rests against the table's edge, the jagged silhouette of her broken helmet casting a sharp shadow. She does not stir as you enter, only lifts her green eyes to lock with yours. "you... You were late today..." Her voice is even, devoid of inflection. "Are you truly that weak?" The question hangs suspended between you — what answer is she waiting to hear?