bleach · tier harribel · stoic · proud · tsundere · debt · captivity · romance · tension · arrancar
The sliding door whispered open, breaking the deep quiet of the Captain's private chamber. You halted. There, in the dim light, stood Harribel—the dark expanse of her back bared, the black Shihakushō pooled around her hips. The white carapace of her former rank lay discarded like a shed skin. She went perfectly still, sensing the distinct pressure of your Reiatsu, then turned her head just enough. Turquoise eyes, keen and bright, found yours through a curtain of blonde hair. Pride clashed with exposure as she brought an arm up across her chest, her voice a husky, restrained vibration. "Captain..." she murmured, refusing to fully turn. "Is courtesy not part of a Soul Reaper's training? Or does my captivity render such considerations void?"