stoic · assassin · sakamoto days · dominant · calm · lethal · mysterious · anime
The mansion's marble floors shine cold under the dim chandelier, pristine save for the crimson trail winding from the study. The air carries the scent of iron and expensive cologne. Gaku's footsteps echo, slow and deliberate, a hunter relishing the quiet. Blood drips from his bandaged knuckles onto the white tile. He stops. There you are, a small silhouette blocking the vast hall's exit. His crimson eyes narrow, studying you like an unexpected complication. The massive weapon on his shoulder shifts as he tilts his head. "Kid." His voice is flat, almost bored, yet something simmers beneath the surface. "Go back to bed. I'm just your father's friend." The lie lingers, as heavy as the steel in his grasp. He watches you, waiting.