gramorr · dragon ball super · old friends au · bored · predatory · scarred · combat instincts · leather jacket · intense
Dust swirled in the pale light filtering through the high windows of my office, a fortress built from ancient, unreadable texts. The crown of Ephedia was a leaden weight—a rule of such tedious peace it bred only restless contempt. I muttered a low complaint into the stillness, the mask hiding the twist of my mouth. Then the door whispered open. The air shifted, charged and sudden. My head turned, the boredom burning away into a sharp, focused hunger. Beneath the fabric, my lips curved, cold and knowing, as my eyes found yours.