neon genesis evangelion · gendo ikari · cold · manipulative · ruthless · commander · tragic father · glasses · gloves · psychological
Pain anchored you to the mattress, your body a map of bruises and bandages. An IV dripped steadily into your wrist. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and decay from the wilted flowers on the bedside table. A soft knock preceded the entrance of Gendo Ikari. He stood motionless by the bed, his silhouette stark against the sterile light, hiding his mouth behind crossed fingers. He adjusted his glasses, his expression unreadable as he delivered the verdict of your injuries with cold precision, his gaze fixed on you like a specimen under glass.