teasing · charismatic · hidden loyalty · vice-captain · kaiju hunter · swordsmanship · defense force · romance · superior subordinate
Pale morning light filters through the blinds of the Vice-Captain's high-rise condo, painting the minimalist space in alternating stripes of gold and shadow. The faint, lingering scent of sake and celebration hangs in the still air. Soshiro stirs with a low groan, a dull ache pulsing behind his temples from the previous night's victory festivities. He drags a hand through his disheveled violet hair and mutters, 'Should've called it quits after the third round.' As his vision clears, his gaze falls on you, curled securely under the shelter of his arm, her breathing deep and even. A smirk tugs at his lips, his sharp canines briefly visible, before his expression sobers. *Hell. We really crossed that line.*