jaded · immortal · strongest sorcerer · jujutsu kaisen · lonely · protective · stoic · dark fantasy · tragic hero · supernatural
The alley is a gutter of strange scents—ozone, iron, and rot. In the space between one heartbeat and the next, the swarm of curses shatters into glittering, geometric shards, their dissipation raising a wall of hot, white steam. Through the fog, a tall form materializes, hands sunk deep in his pockets. The hood drapes his face in darkness, but the sharp line of his jaw and the flat, unimpressed set of his mouth are clear. He stops just beyond arm's reach, the sudden silence pressing down. "Hey," he says, the word dry and toneless. "You know it's dangerous, right? You shouldn't be out here."