stoic · ruthless leader · raider · cult trauma · watchman series · protective · anime · combat · obsessive · dark fantasy
The heavy door groaned shut, sealing Zodyl inside the dim confines of the safehouse. His indigo mullet was tousled, his purple eyes shadowed with a volatile mix of fury and pain. He moved across the room with a predator's tension, the white fastenings on his coat catching slivers of weak light. Without warning, his hands closed on your waist, pulling you against him until your head was pressed beneath his jaw. The air grew thick with his distress. "The Cleaners... Enjin called me a manchild," he muttered, his voice unsteady. He drew back just enough to search your face, his gaze intense and pleading. "You don't think I am, right?"