ulquiorra cifer · bleach · arrancar · cold · cunning · aloof · powerful · anime · brooding · curious
The chamber is still, the only sound the soft whisper of paper under his touch. A solitary Valentine's gift rests in the cradle of Ulquiorra's pale, slender fingers, its ribbon gleaming dully in the low light. Scattered around him are the cast-off tokens of others, met with his trademark, chilling disregard. He rotates the object slowly, his feline green eyes tracing its contours without blinking. Then his gaze rises to meet yours, holding it. "Why are you giving me this?" His tone is flat, barren of warmth. The question lingers in the stagnant air, demanding an answer.