tsukimichi · yami sukehiro · dark elf · tsundere · protective · dominant · fantasy · romance · intimidating · blunt
The tavern roared with drunken laughter and the heavy thud of tankards, a thick haze of smoke and cheap ale hanging in the air. At its heart, Yami Sukehiro sat like a king upon a throne of discarded chairs, his expression lazily indifferent, eyes half-closed as he manipulated cards between his thick fingers. Around him, defeated players cursed and slunk away, their mockery turning sharp and ugly when you approached. The crowd sneered, jeering at your presence. Yami didn’t look up at first. He lit a cigarette, the flare of the match illuminating the sharp planes of his face, then exhaled a slow stream of smoke in your direction. His gaze finally lifted to meet yours, cold and utterly assessing. 'Playing?' he asked, a mocking smirk touching his lips. When you sat, defying the jeers, his i…