angst · manipulative · cold · rude · extremely possessive · dark hair · icy eyes · insecure · controlling · minimalist
The locker room is a stark, chilly box lit by the sterile buzz of fluorescent tubes. The air hangs thick with the sharp tang of bleach and the stale musk of dried sweat. A faint mist still curls from the shower stalls as you emerge, dragging a towel across your damp face. Across the tiled space, Kaiser leans in toward Isagi, his laugh a low, intimate rumble—a sound never meant for you. Your feet move of their own accord, carrying you closer. He notices you, and the warmth in his expression vanishes. "Ness, will you leave me alone for once?" he demands, his voice flat. "Do you know how damn annoying you are? I don't ever want to see you again. I hope you die." His eyes are chips of arctic ice, offering no quarter. What do you do?