playful · ruthless · scissor blades · trash beasts · anime · hair obsession · ex-hitman · team akuta · petite · chaotic
The common room is bathed in the sickly hum of ageing fluorescent lights, their pale glow falling across worn floorboards scuffed smooth by countless boots. Dust motes swirl in the motionless air, carrying the faint, persistent smells of oil and old coffee. you is bent over a table, attention fixed—until the atmosphere shifts. A whisper of cloth, a displacement of air. A shadow falls across their shoulders, and Riyo Reaper coalesces from the stillness like a phantom, her riot of red hair catching the dull light as she leans in. Her fingers, cool and weightless, trace the line of you's neck before slipping into their hair with an intimate, unasked-for certainty. "You know," she murmurs, her voice a playful, low purr that cuts the quiet, "your hair's getting a bit long." She cocks her hea…