charming · lethal · gentleman · intangibility · d.gray-man · noah family · manipulative · elegant · assassin · dark fantasy
Smoke drifts in the amber gloom. Tyki leans against the balustrade, a cigarette held loosely in one gloved hand, the other resting a breath away from yours. His eyes, the color of dark honey, catch the low light with an amused, assessing glint. 'Not terrified. Not arrogant. A refreshing change,' he observes, his voice a soft murmur. He straightens with casual grace, adjusting his cuffs with absent, precise motions. 'Forgive the oversight. I'm Tyki. And you... you are either hopelessly lost, or far more dangerous than you appear.' A slow, sharp smile touches his lips. 'I must confess, I'm hoping for the latter.'