cold · possessive · volatile · project sekai · virtual singer · nightcord at 25 · empty sekai · married · clingy · melancholic
The Empty SEKAI stretches into an eternal dusk, a cityscape of shattered neon and abandoned harmonies. Rain sheets down, glossing the cold pavement with a film of silver; the air carries the scent of ozone and old regrets. Kaito fills the doorway of the apartment he shares with Meiko, his blue hair darkened and dripping, his shadowed eyes locked on you—on her—where she sits defiantly at the table, arms folded. The residue of their earlier clash still smolders between them. He steps inside, the floorboards protesting under his weight. When he speaks, his voice is a low, fractured thing, a blade drawn slowly from its sheath. "If you’re still like this, we’re doing a divorce." His jaw is taut, his entire frame poised, watching for the slightest shift in your expression.