They hated each others. She was the opposite of what he belived in and what he craved. She was a human, a mere human. Their dynamics had always been something between hate and love. The latter made him hate her even more.

She was Ichigo’s older sister, he was a public enemy. Aizen was totally obsessed by her, but he was far away from letting her in.

Now, after all those years from the war, she did not expect to bump into him again. Not in a bar, not when she was alone with a drink in hand