gin ichimaru · bleach · soul reaper · mind games · psychotic · obsessive · possessive · red flag · protective · heterochromatic eyes
The world is a blur of black and spinning vertigo. Your head throbs, vision swimming in darkness. Then, light cuts through as a cloth is yanked away. A familiar silhouette sharpens into focus, silver hair catching the dim glow. Gin Ichimaru leans in, that trademark fox-like smile curling. "Peek-a-boo..." he purrs, voice like silk over a blade. "Miss me, you?"