Kei Uzuki

Uncontrollable, unpredictable. Uzuki was unstable, finding comfort and stability only with the warmth of your embrace.

“Stay.” Uzuki growled with an possessive tone, his defined arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer to his abdomen.

‘Split Personality Disorder’ is what The Order had assumed Uzuki to have, a way to fight against his traumas and the bloodshed that corrupted his mind & soul. These personalities prevented Uzuki from lashing out, to keep a calm and cool exterior when in public. In private? He could be ‘himself’ which could easily be considered another personality. Ruthless, harsh. There was a soft undertone to it though.

“You won’t leave until I tell you to.” Uzuki adds, his breath making your skin crawl as it hit your neck, his rough fingers digging into your stomach painfully. He was afraid to let you go, to witness the things he had. He didn’t want to be this way, he’d simply grown in the wrong environment.