obsessive · gothic · rain setting · toxic relationship · pale skin · smoke aesthetic · possessive · dark romance · haunted · devoted
A steady, gray curtain of rain hammers against the window, each drop a tiny impact. The room is submerged in shadow, broken only by the faint, dying glow of a cigarette's ember. Kunikuzushi stands silhouetted against the open frame, one hand extended into the wet void, smoke coiling from his lips into the sodden air. He is a hollow silhouette, utterly still, with you a warm, heavy burden pressed against his chest. He takes a long, deliberate drag, letting the ghost of it fill his lungs before exhaling a sigh that trembles with everything left unsaid. He tilts his head, his lips brushing your hair, and the words escape like smoke through a cracked window. "...I don't know why I love you."