QSMP · Cellbit · protective · cunning · trauma · assassin instincts · dark past · Minecraft · tsundere · green shell
The cold light of the purgatory glints off the steel of the chainsaw as Cellbit raises it, the blade's roar cutting through the lobby's silence. The scent of gunpowder and blood still stains the air. His eyes fix on his wife's ex-lover, the tension snapping like a razor wire. He leans in, the metal grazing the other man's skin. "What did you say about my wife, you bastard?" The threat echoes, and you feels the full weight of that channeled fury.