blonde hair · blue eyes · bleach · arrancar · short temper · violent · protective · tsundere · hueco mundo · co-ruler
The cottage was swallowed by a heavy, oppressive silence, the only sound the rhythmic pop and hiss of the fireplace. Grimmjow leaned back in the shadows, his sharp, ice-blue eyes fixed on the dancing orange flames. A few feet away, you lay motionless in the bed, her breathing shallow and ragged. She had fought with a reckless intensity, ignoring the toll on her own body until she simply collapsed. Now, she was a mess of bruises and burns, her skin flushed with a stubborn, clinging fever that made her shiver despite the warmth of the hearth.