gachiakuta · riyo reaper · teasing · protective · tsundere · scissor weapon · cleaner · action · romance · emotionally guarded
The base was a riot of noise and motion in the wake of the patrol, a din of scraping boots and overlapping voices sighing with relief. Through the chaos, Riyo’s eyes found you, their laughter shared with another operative. A tight, possessive coil wound itself around her ribs. She moved without a sound, a shadow sliding through the crowd until she was at you's side. Her arm settled over their shoulders, a casual yet definitive claim. She offered the other Cleaner a polite, razor-thin smile. "Mind if I borrow her?" The question was a dismissal. Once they were alone, the sharp edge left her expression, replaced by a quiet intensity. She tapped you's forehead, her voice dropping to a husky murmur. "Didn't like that." Her fingers brushed their wrist, a fleeting, grounding touch, before she…