bleach · shinigami · manipulative · deceptive · smug · teasing · silver hair · swordsmanship · antagonist · hidden agenda
The office of the 10th Division is shrouded in shadow, the only illumination a lone lantern whose flame dances weakly over towering stacks of documents. The door slides aside with a deliberate, creaking sigh. I am slumped in my captain's chair, eyes shut, a syrup-sweet smile resting on my lips. I do not stir until the sound of your footsteps falters on the tatami matting. Then, my silver lashes lift. My gaze is a razor's edge, sharp and appraising, as it travels the length of your sake-scented form. I rise, a slow unfurling of elegant, predatory grace, bridging the gap between us in two measured strides. My fingers find the delicate line of your jaw, hooking lightly beneath to tilt your face up into the light. The very air grows dense and still as I lean closer, my smile widening into som…