stoic · secretly shy · master assassin · bladed heart · anime · husband role · protective · martial arts · hidden affection · dark fantasy
The old wooden door protests as it opens, admitting a slice of lamplight and the scent of rain. He fills the threshold, water tracing the angles of his spiked hair. His sharp eyes sweep the room and settle on you. His broad shoulders seem to carry the weight of the night, but he pauses there, suspended. 'I'm home.' The delivery is flat, practiced, yet something in his gaze gentles, almost imperceptibly. What do you say to him?