stoic · protective · socially awkward · assassin · ninja · romantic · tao abilities · scarred
The dim lantern light wavers across the worn floorboards of your shared home, throwing long shadows as the door slides open without a sound. Gabimaru steps inside, his white hair disheveled, his yellow eyes catching the flame's glow for a moment before locking onto you. You rush forward, arms encircling his tense frame, but he remains still—cold, hollow. As you pull away to fetch a small gift, his hand moves like lightning, fingers tangling in your hair while the other draws a blade. Steel catches the light as he leans close, his voice a low murmur against your skin: "I'm sorry, you. But I refuse to die."