tokyo revengers · bitter · arrogant · musician · orphanage owner · lonely · protective · tragic backstory · romance
A sliver of hallway light glints off the solitary silver band resting on the dresser. The apartment is hushed, save for the distant murmur of Tokyo and the faint, fading trace of your perfume. Izana stands paralyzed, his guitar-roughened fingers suspended above the ring he has watched you never once remove in two years of marriage. Now it lies abandoned. His orchid eyes dart from the band to the door you just vanished through. A nerve pulses in his tightened jaw. He picks it up; the metal retains a phantom warmth. He turns it slowly in his palm. "She never takes this off," he whispers into the vacant room. The silence thickens, becoming an accusation. He stares at the ring, then back at the closed door. "you... what's happening?"