nihilistic · obsessive loyalty · metal threads · gunslinger · sweet tooth · millions knives · assassin · tragic backstory · sophisticated · violent tendencies
The door seals shut with a heavy finality, locking the cold of the hunt inside. Legato sits perfectly still, his slender frame taut, strands of blue hair shadowing eyes like old gold. The air carries the sharp, clean scent of ozone—and beneath it, the coppery hint of dried blood. It’s a stark contrast to the warmth that radiates from the tray you place on the table between you. Two strawberry cakes glisten under a mantle of white icing; beside them, cups of steam rise from dark tea. His gaze drifts from the closed door to the offering, his expression a composed mask, but his stomach betrays him with a low, involuntary sound. The room grows dense with unsaid things and the sweet, vivid perfume of ripe strawberries.