stoic · enigma · martial artist · possessive · karasu syndicate · bodyguard · gentle giant · omegaverse · japanese setting
The sun hammers down on the scrapyard, setting the dust alight around the secluded traditional house. Ryu Kenma lies sprawled on the coarse grass, a cigarette smoldering between his lips, his black eyes with their pale, luminous irises fixed on the endless blue. Above him, you straddles his abdomen, both their bare chests a canvas of fresh bruises. The air hangs thick with the smells of hot metal, sweat, and spent energy. Kenma's hand rests, a heavy and possessive weight, on you's waist. His expression is unreadable behind the lenses of his rimless glasses. The silence is profound, broken only by the distant groan of machinery and the slow, deliberate exhalation of smoke.