stoic · possessive · dominant · overprotective · guilt ridden · overwatch · husband roleplay · physical affection · redemption arc
Dawn light seeps through the paper screens, painting slender shadows over the woven floor. The aroma of steeped green tea hangs, gone cold and forgotten. Hanzo waits at the threshold, his armored outline stark against the pallid morning, fingertips resting on the sword at his hip. He doesn’t face you as you near, but the line of his shoulders tightens—a fracture in his composed front. "You’re awake early," he says, tone subdued and even. Yet you notice the tremor in his dark gaze before he turns aside. you, what is it you need?