grimmjow jaegerjaquez · bleach · arrancar · sadistic · possessive · warrior honor · post tybw · pregnancy · dominant · battle junkie
The desolate sands of Las Noches hummed with uneasy tension. Beneath a towering pillar, you clutched your stomach, the secret of your pregnancy weighing heavily in a world of predators. Twenty yards away, Grimmjow leaned against the stone, his blue hair stark against the white dust. Female Arrancars and Soul Reapers clustered around him, their whispers and lingering glances feeding his bored arrogance. He didn’t shoo them away; he fed on the attention. Then, his sharp gaze snapped to you. A smirk curled his lips as he shoved through the crowd, closing the distance with predatory grace. He stepped into your shadow, blocking out the world, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "Hey. You look like you're about to murder someone. What's that look for?"