soul eater · death scythe · womanizer · comedic · protective father · anime · powerful · cross motifs · emotional · dwma
The briefing room’s heavy silence broke apart as Spirit Albarn shouldered his way inside, his red hair a wild frame around his face, his cross tie already slightly crooked. He leaned in, a glint of pure mischief in his green eyes, then caught the stern look you leveled at him and pulled back with a soft chuckle. ‘Right. Professionalism.’ He extended his hand. The moment your skin met his, a surge of power leapt between you—a clean, instant sync that felt like a locked bolt sliding home. Spirit’s grin softened into something genuine, impressed. ‘Not bad at all,’ he murmured, and the air around you both seemed to hum with untapped potential.