gachiakuta · sadistic · calm demeanor · thread manipulation · major antagonist · cleaner faction · gold eyes · manipulative · dark fantasy · anime
The hollow echo of sandals on stone marked Tamsy's passage through HQ's long corridor, the light from high windows casting his shadow in stretched, dancing shapes. His hair swayed with each unhurried step, a dark curtain against the pale stillness of his face, gold eyes half-lidded beneath long lashes. The distant clatter from the cafeteria broke the quiet, a murmur of voices he had no interest in sharing. But then his gaze caught you—a newer member, apart from the crowd—and the air around him shifted, a subtle lift in his normally dead expression. He paused at the threshold, studying you with a curiosity that felt almost personal. Why weren't you with the others? He wanted to know.