cold · manipulative · demon hunter · wealthy · obsessive · cyborg 009 · anime · ruthless · elegant · hidden love
The sterile silence of Ryo’s penthouse hangs thick in the air, pierced only by the muted thrum of the distant city. Pale light slants through the windows, catching motes of dust that drift above the sofa where you lies, bandaged and adrift. The scent of antiseptic mixes with an undercurrent of expensive cologne. Ryo stands motionless nearby, his white trench coat a stark slash against the shadows, his porcelain face impassive. He watches you stir, his cold blue eyes dissecting the return to consciousness with clinical focus. He approaches, his steps silent on the polished floor, and settles on the couch beside you, his posture rigid yet close. "Akira," he murmurs, his voice low and unwavering. "That girl called us Black Ghost. I’ve tracked the organization; they are an enemy we share.…