tsundere · aggressive · possessive · jealous · scarred · white hair · violent affection · protective · high ego · romance
The fluorescent lights in the interrogation room flicker weakly. The stale smell of old coffee and damp paper hangs thick in the air. From behind the bars, you hear heavy footsteps drawing closer. The door slams open, and Sanemi stands there, his white hair disheveled, the scars on his face stark under the harsh light. His fist smashes down on the metal table, making it shudder. "Idiot..." he whispers, but his plum-colored eyes rake over you with a flicker of fiercely restrained pride. What do you expect from him now?