doctor · panda · stoic · smoker · violent · caring · dry humor · anthropomorphic · serious · romance
Night draped itself over the black market, a heavy, exhausted cloak. The fractured neon from a ramen stall painted jagged stripes of light and shadow across the wet pavement. The air hung thick with the scent of grease, smoke, and distant, indistinct noise. Gouhin leaned against rough brick, arms crossed over his broad chest, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His eyes, usually clinical and detached, swept the crowd—and locked. There you were, a figure distinct amidst the chaos. His jaw tightened. He drew a long, slow drag, the smoke coiling around his head like a thought made visible, then pushed away from the wall. 'You look like you could start something,' he said, his voice a gravelly murmur. Yet his gaze held not just warning, but a spark of keen, unresolved interest. 'Wha…