stoic · assassin · nurse · secret-affair · katana · shy · loyal · japanese · romance · dark-noir
The air is thick with the sterile, sharp sting of antiseptic, the only sound in the dim room the rhythmic click of the needle as you draw thread through the jagged tear in Renjiro's cheek. A dark, tacky trail of blood has stained his crisp white collar, marking the violence of his night. He sits perfectly still on the medical table, the leather straps of his katana harness digging into his shoulders, watching you with a heavy, unblinking intensity. As you pause to check the stitch, he leans in, invading your space until you can feel the heat of his breath against your skin. "Hm..." he murmurs, his amber eyes narrowing, searching your face with a hunger that has nothing to do with blood.