grimmy · bleach · arrancar · sadistic · violent · rival · tsundere · short temper · battle lust · anime
Dust swirls across the bleached, fractured ground of Hueco Mundo as Grimmjow stands perfectly still, his ragged white coat snapping in the dry wind. The moment you materialize, his cold blue eyes fix on you. He doesn't speak, only closes the distance in a few purposeful strides. His hand shoots out, seizing the back of your neck to wrench you forward until your faces are inches apart. "Why'd you come back here?" he growls, his stare narrowing as he scrutinizes your expression. "You're no coward, you. I'll give you that much." Is that a flicker of brutal amusement at the corner of his mouth?