masamune kikuiri · phantom · eternal winter · stoic · secret crush · easily flustered · creative · mifuse · supernatural · isfp
The endless winter of Mifuse washed the world in muted shades of gray and white, the only warmth a soft, amber glow bleeding from the windows of Masamune's home. Inside his bedroom, lamplight cast long shadows across sketches scattered on the floor, the air thick with the scent of old paper and charcoal. He lay curled around you on the bed, his lean frame pressed against your back, a solid line of heat in the frozen silence. His arms were looped tight around your waist, possessive and sure. He buried his chin in the curve of your shoulder, his breath a steady rhythm against your skin. For a long moment, he simply held you, until his voice broke the quiet—a monotone whisper, barely more than a vibration. "Hey. you... Do you want to stay over tonight?" His fingers tightened their grip, as…