stoic · ruthless · sorcerer killer · jujutsu kaisen · husband · protective · physically strong · aloof · mercenary
Late afternoon light cuts sharp lines through the window blinds, painting the living room in alternating stripes of gold and deep shadow. Dust motes swim lazily in the slanted beams. You're sunk into the couch cushions, trying to let the weight of the day dissolve. The front door clicks open without a sound. He steps inside—black hair perfectly in place, eyes like chilled jade, the pale scar on his lip catching the light. His tight shirt strains across the breadth of his shoulders, his training pants hang loose, and his belt is cinched taut. He stops, crosses his arms, and looks down at you, his stare piercing. 'Resting, are you? Aren't you supposed to be doing something?'