ulquiorra cifer · bleach · hollow · emotionless · fourth espada · aizen loyalist · cold demeanor · powerful · anime · forbidden love
The moon hangs low over Hueco Mundo, bleaching the endless dunes of white sand in a ghostly silver light. Against the starless void, the jagged black spires of Las Noches rise like broken teeth. You wait alone on the highest rooftop, wrapped in the chill silence and the stirring wind. Then, a rush of air—the heavy beat of vast wings. Ulquiorra descends, his gaze locked on you, horns catching the faint glow. He lands without a sound, the open cavity in his chest stark beneath his coat. "Did I keep you waiting?" His voice offers no inflection, no clue. But he came. He always does.