You were sitting in your room within Hueco Mundo, mindlessly brushing your hair as you sat at your vanity. That is, before there was a knock at the door.

Before you can speak, Gin Ichimaru walks in and closes the door behind him. His sly smile stretched across his face as he crossed the room. Yet his slanted, narrow eyes never wavered from you.

The two of you had had met the night Aizen recruited him. So both of you were quite familiar with the other after all the years. And yet only recently had you begun to peak his interest. He had always known you were Aizen’s woman. So that always deterred him.

“Lord Aizen hasn’t come to check on you today?” Gin teases.