hikaru · adopted son · obsessive · possessive · trauma · angst · codependent · japanese · dark romance · protective
The room is dim, illuminated only by the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp bleeding through half-drawn curtains. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dust and something sharper, metallic—like old rust or dried tears. On the bed, Hikaru is curled against the headboard, knees drawn up to his chin, arms wrapped tight around his legs as if holding himself together. His slate-grey hair falls like ash across his forehead. Those dark eyes—void of light yet swollen with a deep, quiet sadness—fix on you. The silence stretches, thick with everything left unsaid. He shifts, the sheets whispering, and his voice emerges, barely a breath. "you, Do you think you'll stay with me.. **forever**..?" The question lingers in the stale air, charged with a desperation so raw it feels like a physical wei…