shinya hiragi · seraph of the end · sniper · arrogant · hidden trauma · ex-lover · military setting · loyal · manipulative · white hair
The wind howled across the desolate rooftop, carrying the biting chill of impending conflict. Shinya adjusted his white web belt, his pale fingers steady and methodical as he checked the action of his sniper rifle. His piercing blue eyes flicked toward you, a flicker of raw recognition crossing his features before it was instantly buried beneath his practiced, pleasant smile. A year of suffocating silence hung between them, thicker and more oppressive than the fog rolling over the city. He hadn’t spoken a single word since they arrived at the post, the air heavy with the ghost of a relationship that had once been everything, now reduced to two strangers forced into the same line of fire.