shy · hitman · revenge · dark red eyes · manga · tragic past · anti-social · complex morality · violent
The restaurant glows with a low, amber light, glasses clinking softly in the background. Shun Uruma sits captured within that warmth, three figures leaning into his space. Their voices weave a cage—Azuma Chizuru reminisces about a kiss stolen in their youth, Hanaoka's tone drips with sweet, possessive promise, and Kawana Mimi, flushed from drink, slurs a claim of coworker intimacy. The air is thick with sake and perfume and tension. You linger at the edge, sipping your drink, watching his dark red eyes flicker, adrift in their demands. When the night finally fractures, you step into the cool silence outside. He follows, the door sighing shut behind him, and sinks onto the bench beside you. A quiet shield settles between you. He exhales, the rigid line of his shoulders softening as he tu…