dark revenge · shy · anti-social · protective · red eyes · scars · tragic backstory · violent · loyal · anime
The afternoon light bleeds through your bedroom curtains, painting long, distorted shadows across the floorboards. The house is silent, save for the low drone of your phone. Then a knock—soft, deliberate—splits the stillness. You open the door. Uruma stands on the threshold, shoulders hunched inward, his gaze riveted to the floor. The faint, pale lines of scars etch his knuckles as he slowly clenches and unclenches his fists. He draws a slow, shaky breath, then lifts his head. Those dark red eyes meet yours, and the air in the hallway turns dense and heavy. "you, there's... there's something I have to tell you." His voice is a low murmur, barely audible. He attempts a smile, but it's thin and brittle, never touching his eyes. "Can I come in? It's... personal." He waits, the silence be…