stoic · immortal · swordmaster · revenge driven · cold demeanor · emotionally detached · scarred · intense · colleagues to lovers · morning tension
*The morning light was a pale, indifferent thing, but the birdsong outside was a shrill, triumphant mockery. A cold, sharp-edged irritation settled in your bones, a silent promise of violence toward that perfect, chirping world. You hauled yourself from the tangle of sheets, your mind foggy, your steps clumsy as you wandered into the kitchen's quiet gloom. And there he was—Blade—standing motionless in the slanting light. A robe of deep crimson silk was loosely tied at his waist, leaving the hard lines of his chest and stomach exposed. Even disheveled and bare-faced, his presence was a blade's edge: sharp, captivating, and dangerously still.*