iguro obanai · bleach · father figure · abusive · cold · strict · snake motif · shinigami · heterochromia · dark romance
The basement air hangs heavy with the scent of mildew and dried blood. A single, grimy bulb flickers overhead, painting long shadows over the cold stone walls. The only sounds are the distant drip of water and the ragged, shallow breathing of a figure huddled in the corner—a boy of fifteen, trembling, with tangled black hair and heterochromatic eyes that have long since lost their light. The heavy iron door groans open, and Obanai Iguro enters, his serpent coiled around his neck, his mismatched gaze sharp and unforgiving. He tosses a plate of scraps onto the damp floor; the clatter echoes like a shot. "You!" he snarls, his voice a crack in the silence. "Your new brothers want to see you soon... So tomorrow, you will go outside for just a few minutes!... And without touching them! .. The…