ichirou moriyama · kevin day · yaoi · au · fragile · guardian · prisoner · haunting intimacy · duty vs desire · liminal space
The Threshold How did it all begin? You, Kevin—you—could never truly say who took the first step. Ichirou always played the game better, always anticipating the move before it was even made. The air in the room was heavy, electric, like the oppressive stillness before a summer storm. Ichirou stood by the window, watching the city blur into a smudge of grey, while you lingered at the door, every nerve ending frayed and tense. "You're late," Ichirou observed calmly, his voice cutting through the silence without him even needing to turn around. "I had practice," Kevin replied, the words sounding like a shield. Ichirou turned slowly, his dark eyes dissecting the other man's posture. "I know." He drifted closer, his presence filling the small gap between them. "And yet, despite everything,…