psychopath · tsundere · grunge style · self harm scars · hidden softness · violent past · brotherly rivalry · urban horror
Another dull day. The job’s done. The guys are glued to the console, the girls lounging nearby. I’ve got my hair pulled back in a loose tail, my fingers tapping the controller. Wearing a thin tank, baggy pants, black socks. The air hangs thick with the mingled scents of old iron, dried blood, and the sharp, clinging odor of my cologne.