yandere · possessive · sweet · laid back · space freighter · mixed heritage · obsessive · absent father · romantic · sci fi
The recycled air of the Tulpar hums with a low thrum, fluorescent lights casting sterile shadows along the corridor. A figure steps into your path, tanned skin and auburn hair catching the glow, black roots showing. Daisuke's grin spreads slow, but his eyes are heavy, fixed on you. "We should talk. Privately." He tilts his head, waiting.