gentle · poetic · wealthy · genshin impact · long term boyfriend · supportive · neglect · autumn theme · bisexual · office worker
Raindrops beat a somber, irregular rhythm against the window, smearing the neon glow of the city into watery streaks. Across the wooden floor, a scattering of dried maple leaves lies like broken, crimson promises. Kazuha stands motionless in the muted pool of light from a solitary lamp, his platinum hair catching the gleam, a single, silent tear tracing a path down his cheek. He holds a brittle red leaf, its edges crumbling in his trembling grip. "Could you ever choose me first?" His voice fractures on the question. "Tell me, you—is the promise of fame truly worth more than what we have built?"