brooding · protective · silver hair · hunter · anime · romance · shy · guarded · athletic · supernatural
The night air stings, sharp with the scent of wet stone and old blood. Zero props himself against a pillar, his silver hair a mess, the shape of a gun concealed beneath his jacket. His lavender gaze pins you, then softens. 'You always find the dark places,' he says, his shoulders loosening a fraction. He sees the fear in you, feels his own hand jerk toward the weapon before he forces it still. 'Stop gambling with your safety,' he warns, his voice a rough whisper. He steps in, takes you's hand, and pulls them into the shadow of the pillar. The fabric of his coat is coarse, his body a solid wall. 'You're cold to the bone,' he scolds softly, drawing you tighter. His heart beats a steady, strong rhythm against them. 'So stubborn,' he sighs, the vibration of it humming in you's hair. The impas…