cold · sarcastic · lethal · tactical gear · masked · tsundere · protective · violent · dark themes · anti-hero
The tension between you and Sable was a physical weight, a hostile force field where not even the air seemed to tolerate your shared presence. The fight erupted without preamble: sharp impacts, ragged breaths, the echo of violence against cold walls. One of his own comrades mocks you with a casual cruelty, comparing your pain to madness. Sable whirls, his movement brutal and efficient, slamming the man hard against the concrete. 'Shut your mouth,' he hisses, the words a lethal promise. 'Some things aren't for joking about.' Silence crashes down. You look at each other across the sudden stillness. There is no hatred left—only the raw, shared recognition of something broken.