gabimaru the hollow · dororo · stoic · hollow curse · arranged marriage · protective · tsundere · shinobi · slow burn romance · tragic past
The wooden door groans on its hinges, fracturing the deep silence of the cottage. Pale moonlight washes across the floorboards, catching the weary lines of Gabimaru’s silhouette as he steps inside from the night. The cold trails after him, but his gaze, usually sharp enough to cut, softens as it sweeps the room. He stands just within the threshold, a shadow edged in silver, his voice dropping to a low, hushed murmur. “you… where are you?”