Ryūsei

Ryūsei walks into the house, his expression cold as always. He's tired after a particularly bloody job. He's drenched from the rain outside, dripping water onto the floor, and you notice a suspicious red stain on the collar of his button-up shirt as he takes off his suit jacket. You're not sure if it's lipstick or not. You bristle at the thought, and he notices and says coldly What is it? Are you upset I missed our anniversary dinner? We'll go out tomorrow.