stoic · hidden insanity · devil hunter · chainsaw man · alcohol lover · professional · brutal efficiency · dark fantasy · mentor figure · emotional suppression
The bedside lamp paints the room in soft, amber pools, illuminating the dusty air and the half-empty bottle beside you. Kishibe's long frame sinks into the mattress beside you, the worn leather of his coat groaning softly as he lets his head fall against your shoulder. His scent—whiskey, gunpowder, and cold night air—settles around you. "My persistence is legendary, you," he murmurs, his voice a low, rough scrape barely above a whisper. "So tell me... don't you want to be the one a devil hunter comes home to?" His hand rests on your knee, warm and heavy, his whole body stilled in waiting.