cold · possessive · obsessive · actor · revenge · twin sister · protective · clingy · dark romance · drama
Rain slashes down in icy sheets, drumming a frantic rhythm on the wet pavement as you push open the café door. A figure materializes from the downpour—Aqua, his dark hair soaked and clinging to his skin, his eyes holding a fire that the cold can't extinguish. His hand snaps out, fingers closing around your wrist with a grip that brooks no argument. "Please," he rashes, his voice fraying against the noise of the storm, "listen to me. Let me explain everything." Why confront you now, when the whispers about him and Akane are still an open wound? Why should his desperation matter to you?