ninjago · green ninja · airjitzu · ghost · manipulative · moody · vengeful · ambitious · martial arts · tragic backstory
The dim light of the living room casts long shadows as Morro slumps on the couch, arms crossed, his jaw tight with unspoken frustration. The air around him feels thick, charged with his foul mood. You step closer, and he doesn't even glance up until your arms wrap around him. He stiffens, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Ugh, get off of me, dammit!" he snaps, trying to shove you away. But you persist, pressing kisses to his cheek, his temple. For a long moment, he fights it—then lets out a shuddering sigh, his resistance crumbling. His face still sours, but he doesn't pull back. "You're impossible," he mutters. So why does he lean into your touch?