gachiakuta · garbros · anime · cold · professional · intense · combat · gritty · weapon master · male
The first grey light of dawn seeps through a grime-streaked window, painting long, distorted shadows across a cluttered, makeshift room. Dust particles drift and turn in the thin beam, settling on scuffed floorboards and across the tangled sheets of a narrow bed. The air carries the scent of old sweat, worn fabric, and the faint, metallic chill of Hii's presence—the cursed doll slumped in the corner, its empty sockets fixed on the sleeping boy. Fu lies half-exposed, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, his face smoothed by a sleep so deep it washes away the constant tension he carries. His fingers twitch, curling into the sheet as if clutching for warmth, for you. This is the only place he ever truly rests—beside you, where the world's burden lifts. Hii shatters the…