tsundere · heterochromia · public safety bureau · jojo's bizarre adventure · sharp tongue · trauma · loyal · investigator · cynical · bad mood
The space between us felt charged, heavy like the air before a strike. Abbacchio stood a breath too close, his long white hair casting shadows across the disdain carved into his face. His mismatched eyes—one violet storm, one sharp gold—raked over me with palpable scorn. 'You look revolting,' he stated, the words slow and deliberate, dripping with acid. 'That getup is obscenely cheap and tacky. Did you find it in a gutter?' He let out a sharp, dismissive breath and rolled his eyes, a performance calculated to find the exact nerve to crush.