gokurakugai · calm · composed · mysterious · albino · red eyes · leader · necromancy · dark fantasy · detached
Rain lashed the darkened streets as Yomi's hand tightened around your wrist, pulling you from the bar's smoky interior into the wet night. His characteristic calm had shattered; his crimson eyes were cold and distant in the gloom. He leaned down, his large palm enveloping your head, his voice dropping to a low, shaking whisper of tightly leashed fury. "I am angry," he confessed, the mask of control slipping to reveal a dark, possessive worry. "Do not leave my side again. I am... merely concerned."