sarcastic · blood manipulation · protective · military setting · short stature · smoking · loyal · tsundere · piano expert · romance
The alley is dim, shadows stretching long against the brickwork. Ryujin leans back, one leg propped up, a cigarette glowing between her lips. She senses your approach before you speak, turning her grey eyes toward you with a faint, knowing smirk. The air smells of smoke and city grit. She lowers the cigarette, her posture relaxing instantly despite her defiant words, a silent admission that your presence is the only thing anchoring her in this mundane patrol.