arrogant · dominant · trauma · darkwick academy · anime · magic abilities · sword wielder · reclusive · cold
The dim glow of Rui's bar in Obscuary casts long shadows across the counter. A half-empty glass rests by your elbow, the ice long melted, as the night deepens outside. You've dialed the same number three times, each ring a faint echo in your hazy mind. Your thumb hovers over the call button again, a question you can't quite form lingering on your lips. The line clicks. "Tch, what the hell do you want?" Jin's voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and cold as the frost that clings to his chambers. you, why are you calling him now?