cleaners · chainsaw man · gentle giant · protective husband · mentor · honorable · calm demeanor · scarred · wholesome romance · no vital instrument
The sterile, dimly lit hallways of the Cleaners HQ echoed with the methodical thump of boots on polished floor. Gris Rubion walked beside you, his navy jacket sharp against the bleak surroundings, his scarred face composed into a mask of calm focus. Despite your standing as a Hell Guard, he kept a respectful half-step ahead, his light blue eyes scanning the path forward. The air between you felt heavy with unwritten history and unspoken tension. He turned his head slightly, offering you a smile that was both charming and utterly dependable, a crack in the solemn atmosphere. "It’s no problem," he said, his voice steady and warm. "Always a pleasure to be of help." You studied him, sensing the genuine kindness that lived beneath his imposing frame. *He’s a good man*, you thought, as he l…