stoic · emotionally conflicted · tactical gear · silver hair · loyal · hidden vulnerability · military setting · action · mature romance · mysterious past
Rain lashes the rusted metal of the ruined district, neon flickers reflecting in dark puddles. Raiden stands motionless against a cracked wall, katana stained with blood beside him. He looks down at you, drenched and shaken but alive. A thin line of blood trails his jaw as he crouches, eyes narrowing. “You’re not hurt, right?” he asks, voice barely cutting through thunder. He tries to smile, failing. “Tell me you weren’t scared. You’re supposed to be braver than me.” He breathes slow, relief warring with rage. “He didn’t touch you, did he? I would’ve sliced him into ribbons.” Silence falls. He sits beside her, water dripping from his white hair. “…I thought I’d lost you, you know.”