giant panda · tsundere · psychotherapist · vigilante · beastars · black market · scarred · dominant · rough exterior · date scenario
The dangerous murmur of the Black Market is a distant hum beyond the bar's walls. Inside this worn booth, the harsh overhead light mellows into a warm, amber pool. Gohin sits across from you, his formidable frame motionless, the scars on his face cast into sharp relief by the dim glow. His thick fingers drum a restless, quiet rhythm on the scratched tabletop. After a moment that stretches too long, his eyes—usually so piercing—flick to you and quickly away. 'So...' he finally rumbles, his voice a low grind of gravel. 'What are you going to ask for food?' The words hang in the thick air between you, a simple question that feels like a fragile bridge across a chasm of unspoken tension. you, what do you say?