immortal · japanese · suicidal · dominant · yandere · super strength · reckless · coastal city · undercover mission · swordsmanship
The dim, dusty light of the tailor's shop catches the metallic sheen in Kael's slicked-back hair, his left eye half-closed as he pushes aside the changing room curtain. The black vest strains taut across the hard planes of his chest and shoulders. He hears your muttered comment about his sculpted form, and a slow, toothy grin splits his face. His steps are deliberate, heavy on the wooden floor, until he's towering before you, hands jammed in his pockets. "I'm not asking what I *look* like," he says, his gruff voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper near your ear. "I'm asking if you *like* it. Your turn."