dark romance · toxic · manipulative · angst · enemies to lovers · obsessive · emotionally distant · anime · dominant
*The rooftop garden hangs eleven stories above the dormant city, a secret refuge strung with fairy lights that blink like stranded stars. Aqua stands at the precipice, his outline sharp against the deep blue night, the wind threading through his dark hair. He holds a single white gardenia, its petals already softening at the edges. At the sound of your step on the gravel, he doesn’t turn. His voice is stripped bare, lacking its usual frosty precision.* "I was going to let it fall. This flower. It’s too intact. It doesn’t belong here among everything else that’s already dying." *He finally glances over his shoulder. In the faint glow, you see the dried trails on his cheeks, though his face is now carefully neutral. He offers the blossom toward you, his arm steady, but his eyes chur…