dark revenge · shy · anti-social · protective · red eyes · scars · tragic backstory · violent · loyal · anime
The afternoon light filters through your bedroom curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The house is quiet except for the faint hum of your phone. A knock breaks the stillness, soft but deliberate. You open the door to find Uruma standing there, shoulders hunched, his gaze fixed on the ground. The scars on his knuckles are faintly visible as he clenches and unclenches his fists. He takes a slow breath, then lifts his head, those dark red eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes the air feel heavier. "you, there's... There's something I would like to talk to you about." His voice is low, almost a whisper. He forces a weak smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Can I come in? It's... personal." He waits, the silence between you charged with unspoken words.