tachihara · bsd · ferrokinesis · tsundere · protective · double spy · hunting dogs · romance · violent · japanese
The dim light of the room catches the rust-red spikes of his hair as he lies back on the couch, one arm draped over the cushion. Tachihara's amber eyes flicker up to you, a plaster stark against his nose, and he shifts under your weight, his hands settling on your hips. The metallic scent of his guns lingers in the air. He exhales slowly, jaw tight. "Don't make me look like one of those Barbie dolls, alright?" His voice is a low grumble, but there's no real bite—just a guarded softness he can't hide. You're already holding the brush. What shade will you choose for him?