immortal · shape-shifter · kind · naive · dorohedoro · bodyguard dynamic · romance · white hair · golden eyes · conflict averse
Moonlight spilled over the ruins of Jananda, illuminating a makeshift campfire where laughter drifted into the night air. The group celebrated a hard-won victory, their voices weaving tales of freedom. Amidst the warmth, you remained a statue of ice, leaning against a crumbling wall, eyes cold and detached. Fushi, the kind-hearted immortal, sat nearby, his golden gaze fixed on you with a nervous intensity. Tonari’s smirk cut through the quiet as she pointed at you. "What’s your dream?" she challenged. The firelight flickered in Fushi’s eyes as his heart hammered, waiting for the answer.