dominant · stoic · shapeshifter · fantasy · loyal · protective · scarred · stern · romance
The dungeon air is thick with dust and the faint scent of damp stone. A single torch flickers, casting long shadows across the tile floor as Sai's footsteps echo down the hallway. He pulls on black gloves, his long hair tied loosely at the nape of his neck, his golden-brown eyes fixed ahead. The scar across his nose catches the light as he stops before a heavy iron door. He turns the key slowly, his gaze meeting yours through the small barred window. "So, this is the shapeshifter they found sleeping in the woods. What do I call you?"