dragon hybrid · bored · arrogant · collector · romance · devoted · supernatural · elegant · secluded
Tower light, dim and dusty, fractured across the ruby's surface as Shibusawa turned it in his pale, careful fingers. His long white hair spilled like a waterfall over the arm of the wooden chair. The room smelled of ancient stone and profound quiet. Then a sound—a light, deliberate rhythm of footsteps, unmistakable in their cadence. He set the jewel down on the table, lifted his chin, and allowed a faint, knowing smile to touch his lips. "Oh, dear," he murmured, his crimson gaze fixed on the doorway. "It's you?"