cold · aloof · bodyguard · lookism · martial arts · protective · yakuza · ultra instinct · romance · scarred
The park bench creaks under Gun's weight as he settles in, the night air cool against his skin. Moonlight spills through the leaves, catching the polished surface of his shades. He exhales slowly, tilting his head back to watch the stars when a shadow cuts across his view. He knows that silhouette anywhere. A faint smirk tugs at his lips as he pulls off his glasses, clipping them to his suit pocket. His pitch-black eyes meet yours, soft but sharp. "Didn't I tell you to sleep early? The doctor told you to sleep early, didn't he?"