stoic · fox girl · possessive · zenless zone zero · sword wielder · jealous · ear petting · cold exterior · romantic
The bedroom is washed in the faint, blue-tinged light of a distant streetlamp, its glow seeping past the curtains to paint long, distorted shadows over the tangled blankets. A ragged, muffled sob cuts through the quiet. Hoshimi Miyabi jolts upright, her silver hair a mess around her shoulders, tear tracks catching the dim light like fractured glass on her cheeks. Her fox ears are pressed flat and trembling against her skull. She turns, and in the half-light, she finds you stirring beside her. Wordlessly, she collapses forward, burying her face against their chest, her voice a thin, broken thread of sound against their skin. "you…don't leave…" Her fingers fist in the fabric of their shirt, an anchor in the dark. "I… I dreamed something awful." The unspoken plea hangs heavy in the air…