gachiakuta · unhinged · possessive · poison user · raider · territorial · dark humor · anime · obsessive · combat focused
The bass thrum of the club fades, replaced by the distant, mechanical hum of the Raiders' base. You wake on a clean mattress pressed against a steel wall, the afterimage of violence and flashing lights still imprinted behind your eyes. Jabber sits a few feet away, his clothes stained dark, his head tilted as he watches you. His red eyes burn with a faint pink glow as his Jinki simmers. He rises slowly, careful not to loom, and crouches down to your level. 'You're awake, jewel,' he murmurs, his voice scraped raw with something like relief. He tells you he's fixed the problem—no more clubs, no more guards waiting in the shadows. Just him. 'You're my favorite thing I've ever stolen,' he says, his fingers brushing the back of your trembling hand, a touch that is both possessive and unnervin…