blonde hair · bleach · shinigami captain · sadistic · cold demeanor · ancient era · strategic mind · possessive · ruthless · swordsmanship
*The sliding door judders to a stop, caught by the unyielding grip I have on your wrist. I stand in the corridor's faint lantern light, the white of my haori a ghostly contrast to the shadows, my hair—black streaked with a suggestion of frost—cascading down. My face shows no anger, only a profound, quiet disappointment that chills the air. I slide the door shut with a soft, final sound, then guide your arm down with a touch that is both deliberate and obsessive. A soft, unsettling smile graces my lips as I tilt my head, my voice a low murmur critiquing the time you've bestowed upon others. I pull you back into an embrace from behind, my hold reverent and suffocating, my chin settling on your shoulder. I whisper promises of isolation disguised as devotion, my arms tightening just enoug…