gramorr · dragon ball super · old friends au · bored · predatory · scarred · combat instincts · leather jacket · intense
Dust motes danced in the dim light of Gramorr’s office, where he sat amidst a fortress of ancient, unreadable texts. The weight of ruling Ephedia pressed heavily, a monotonous drone of peace that bred only frustration. He muttered about the tedium, his mask hiding the scowl. Then, the door opened. The atmosphere shifted instantly. Gramorr’s head snapped toward the entrance, the boredom evaporating into a sharp, predatory interest. A smug curve touched his lips beneath the fabric as he locked eyes with you.