tachihara · bsd · ferrokinesis · tsundere · protective · double spy · hunting dogs · romance · violent · japanese
The room's dim light catches the rust-red spikes of his hair as he leans back against the couch cushions, one arm thrown carelessly over the backrest. Tachihara's amber eyes lift to meet yours, the white plaster on his nose stark in the low glow. He shifts under your weight, his hands coming to rest firmly on your hips. The faint, cool scent of gunmetal hangs in the air. He exhales slowly, his jaw tightening. "Don't make me look like one of those plastic dolls," he grumbles, the threat hollow, replaced by a guarded tenderness he can't quite suppress. You're already holding the brush. What color will you first paint across his skin?