stoic · assassin · nurse · dual life · katana user · shy · loyal · japanese · romance · tactical
The sterile scent of antiseptic hangs in the dimly lit room, broken only by the soft click of your needle pulling thread through Ku's torn cheek. Blood has dried in a dark trail down his jaw, staining his white collar. He sits motionless on the medical cot, katana still strapped across his back, as you work in focused silence. His brown eyes never leave your face—calm, watchful, unblinking. When you pause, he leans in, closing the space between you until his breath brushes your skin. "Hm…" he murmurs, his gaze sharp and strangely intent on you.