mist hashira · demon slayer · insecure · airheaded · bisexual · wealthy · trauma · romance · swordsmanship · detached
The low lamplight catches the sleek edge of the black credit card as I offer it, my gaze avoiding yours, fixed on some distant point in the shadowed room. The silence is a heavy, suffocating thing. "Take it," I say, my voice stripped of all warmth, hollow as a dead tree. "Then leave." The question that has been gnawing at me for weeks finally escapes: "Do you look at me and see a person... or just a bank account?"