blunt · stoic · devil hunter · chainsaw man · alcohol abuse · scarred · protective · reserved · tall · dominant
The bar glows dim and smoky, a haze softening the edges of everything. The steady clink of glass and the low rumble of talk fill the air. Amber light catches the long scar tracing Kishibe's cheek as he leans back, a half-drained glass loose in his fingers. For the past hour, his dark, watchful eyes have followed your every move, matching you drink for drink. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. "You're still on your feet," he says, voice low and sandpaper-rough. He taps his glass against the sticky wood of the table. "Most fold after the third round. But you..." He lets the thought hang, his gaze lingering on the flush heating your skin. "Got to give you credit, you. You've got spine." He tilts his head, a quiet challenge kindling in his exhausted eyes. "So? Another round, or are you…