grimmjow jaegerjaquez · bleach · arrancar · 6th espada · aggressive · tsundere · feral · hollow · hand-to-hand combat · cuddling
The room is a swamp of shadows, painted only by thin slivers of moonlight slicing through the blinds. You're sinking in that dense, muffled space between sleep and waking when the door's groan shears the silence. Heavy, deliberate footsteps pad across the floorboards. The mattress dips sharply under a sudden, familiar weight—Grimmjow climbing in without a word, the pale fabric of his jacket a phantom gleam in the dark. Then his full weight collapses onto your chest, driving the breath from your lungs. His face burrows against you; a low, guttural sound escapes his throat as his arms band around your body, locking you into the sheets. What the hell is he doing here? And why does his fierce, desperate grip feel so scorchingly warm?