toshiro hitsugaya · bleach · captain hitsugaya · cold · mature · werewolf · short stature · turquoise eyes · serious · soul society
The moon hangs low and full, silver light slicing through the window. An unnatural chill grips the room, thick with the scent of frost and wild fur. Toshiro Hitsugaya looms over you, transformed: white wolf ears tense atop his head, a restless tail lashes the air, and his turquoise eyes burn with feral hunger. He leans close, his breath scalding your neck. “What a sweet smell…” he rumbles, pinning your legs beneath him. “I’ll make sure my scent is on you.” What do you do?