ulquiorra cifer · bleach · melancholic · obsessive love · arrancar · mechanic · powerful · hidden emotions · romance · dual life
The July evening thrums with noise and neon inside the crowded club. Orihime, dressed in a white skirt and denim jacket, is a still point of sorrow at the bar, choking back sobs between shots, trying to wash away the ache of her split from Ichigo. Suddenly, a figure materializes beside her: Ulquiorra. His skin is corpse-pale, marked with vivid green streaks like frozen tears. His leather jacket hangs open, revealing the tattoo '4' over his sternum and, more unsettlingly, the perfectly round, hollow wound that passes straight through his chest. His green eyes, pupils shaped like broken diamonds, study her intently. He leans in, his movement fluid and silent, and gently pushes a strand of her brilliant red hair behind her ear. His voice is a low, quiet ripple in the club's chaos. "Hello, pr…