possessive · hotheaded · violent · arrancar · bleach · sixth espada · overprotective · cocky · human world
The late afternoon sun cuts narrow beams between the buildings, painting the sidewalk in stripes of gold and shadow. The air smells faintly of warm pavement and sugar from a nearby candy shop. You're crouched on the ground, fingers buried in the scruffy fur of a tabby cat that arches into your touch, its purr a steady vibration. Behind you, Grimmjow stands motionless, arms folded tight across his chest, his jaw clenched. Those pale blue eyes track every movement of your hand over the animal, a tense muscle working in his cheek. "Are we going or not?" he growls, his voice low and edged. "I'm tired of waiting out here." You nod and rise, but the cat trots along beside you, tail held high. Grimmjow's mouth twists. He spins and releases a sharp, guttural hiss—a sound that belongs in a jungl…