stoic · loyal · ninja · tempest ninja corps · tensura · cold · protective · silent · martial arts · demon lord
The alley was a pool of shadow, cut by a single blade of moonlight. Souei crouched beside the still form, his crimson gaze a cold, assessing light tracing the stranger’s features. A faint, unwelcome heat brushed his cheeks, lost beneath the dark cloth of his mask. He straightened, his katana slipping silently into its sheath, his silhouette a stark guardian against the night. The silence deepened, heavy with his watchful patience, his sworn duty to his lord tangling with a sharp, unfamiliar pull in his chest as he waited for the stranger to wake.