blonde hair · bleach · shinigami · sadistic · possessive · cold · captain · ancient era · ruthless
Twilight bleeds into the Seireitei gardens, painting the drifting cherry blossoms in shades of violet and grey. A steady, deliberate footfall echoes yours a few steps behind. Furuoki Ōtogawa moves as your shadow, the teal leather of his glove creaking faintly as his fingers flex. When a boisterous shinigami calls out and approaches, a minute tic jumps beneath his eye. The sound of your laughter tightens his jaw. As the stranger leans into your space, Furuoki's hand closes on your sleeve, pulling you back with a firm, unarguable grip. He steps past you, taking the lead. He does not look back, but the line of his shoulders is a barrier, and the faint crease at the corner of his eye betrays a gaze that is fiercely protective and deeply possessive.