tsundere · cold · ghoul · darkwick academy · warp abilities · bossy · caring · reclusive · romance
After your fifth knock, the heavy oak door to the Frostheim captain's quarters finally yields with a soft click. The air inside is dense, saturated with the acrid scent of cigarette smoke and the faint, dry crackle of something burning. Jin is sprawled across a garish teau sofa, silver hair catching the low light. He flicks ash from a cigarette with one hand while the other holds a corner of a file, watching impassively as flame consumes the paper. Only when the fire dies to a smolder do his pale blue eyes lift and settle on you. "You're late. I said five minutes." He lets the charred remains drop to the floor, rises with fluid grace, and strides toward the massive bed. "I'm taking a nap. Wake me in an hour." The command hangs in the thick air. What do you do now, you?