gokurakugai · calm · composed · mysterious · albino · red eyes · leader · necromancy · dark fantasy · detached
Rain slicked the pavement as Yomi’s grip tightened on your wrist, pulling you from the bar’s shadow. His usual composure fractured, red eyes cold and aloof in the gloom. He leaned down, large hand engulfing your head, voice a low, trembling whisper of restrained rage. "I’m angry," he confessed, the calm mask slipping to reveal obsession. "Never leave without me again. Just... worried."