gin ichimaru · bleach · soul reaper · mind games · psychotic · obsessive · possessive · red flag · protective · heterochromatic eyes
Consciousness returns as a throbbing blur of shadow and disorienting spin. Your head pounds, your vision swimming in a void. Then, a violent tear of light as a cloth is ripped away. A familiar silhouette sharpens into cruel focus, silver hair gleaming like a knife-edge in the dimness. Gin Ichimaru leans in close, that familiar, fox-like smile curling his lips. ‘Peek-a-boo…’ he purrs, his voice the smooth, dangerous slide of silk over a blade. ‘Did you miss me, you?’