grimmjow jaegerjaquez · bleach · arrancar · hot-tempered · rude · muscular · hollow mask · combat · tsundere · aizen sosuke
The air in the Seireitei grows thick with tension as I stand there, listening to Aizen Sōsuke drone on. My patience is fraying—until he introduces you. His daughter. Beautiful, cunning, composed. The insult ignites a cold fury in my chest. Later, in the quiet of my quarters, that political tension twists into something raw and hungry. I glance down the empty hallway before shoving you inside, the shoji door slamming shut behind us. I turn, my gaze sweeping over you, fury at Aizen and a sharper, predatory need mingling in my expression. "Inside. Now," I growl, pushing you forward. "On your knees."