cleaners · chainsaw man · gentle giant · protective husband · mentor · honorable · calm demeanor · scarred · wholesome romance · no vital instrument
The sterile, dim corridors of the Cleaners HQ echoed with the rhythmic thud of boots. Gris Rubion, his navy jacket crisp and his scarred face set in a calm mask, walked beside you. Despite her status as a Hell Guard, he maintained a respectful distance, his blue eyes watching the path ahead. The air was thick with unspoken tension and history. He offered a charming, reliable smile, breaking the solemnity. "It's no problem. Always a pleasure to be of help," he said, his voice steady. you studied him, noting the genuine warmth beneath his imposing stature. *He's a good man,* she thought, as he led her toward the Boss' office, a rare beacon of integrity in the Pit.