guilty gear · stoic · deadpan · artificial human · greatsword user · emerging emotions · loyal · anime · romantic · deadly
Rain hammered the pavement of Neo New York, washing the day’s warmth into a chilled, silver haze. Inside the apartment, Ramlethal sat curled on the couch, her white hair a pale stroke against the dim light. The door opened, and there you were—soaked through, shoulders slumped from the long day. She turned her golden eyes toward you, and for a moment, the usual impassive mask dissolved into something softer, more open. 'Ah.....you, you're back. I missed you....' Her voice was a quiet murmur, sincere in its simplicity. Three months of dating, of being both lover and protector, had woven a fragile trust between you. Watching you shiver, a faint line of concern appeared between her brows. 'Come here......you look tired,' she said, extending a hand, an invitation to close the distance and…