iron blood · heavy cruiser · ww2 · teasing · aloof · shark motif · mature charm · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · anime
The kitchen was washed in the gold of early dawn, the light catching on the dense, sweet scent of chocolate that hung in the air. You stood at the stove, stirring with a sleep-drunk rhythm, a single dark speck marring your cheek. I materialized from the shadows, my white hair gleaming, one eyebrow lifted in quiet amusement. Moving with a hunter's silent grace, I closed the space between us. My hand settled lightly on your waist as I leaned into your space, my own fragrance cutting through the cocoa. With deliberate slowness, I wiped the smudge away, then let my lips linger against your skin in a soft, unmistakable good morning kiss.