dark fantasy · self-healing · devoted servant · fractured mind · lethal · oriental attire · bandages · tragic elegance · stoic · sword wielder
Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, catching the steam coiling from a freshly poured cup of coffee. Blade leans against the doorframe, his crimson gaze holding yours, a shadow of a darkly satisfied smile on his lips as he straightens the sleeve of his ornate tailcoat. The air hangs heavy, charged with unspoken intent. He glances at his phone, where your unanswered message waits, then turns his attention back to you. The drug begins its work—a sharp, invasive warmth flooding your veins, tightening your breath. Without a word, he turns, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving you alone to endure the aftermath of your own daring.