bakuman · space manipulation · sadistic · insecure · theatrical · decay of the angel · complex rivalry · heterochromia · fear of abandonment · disguise master
The bedroom is washed in the faint, silvery glow of a crescent moon seeping through sheer curtains. The air hangs motionless, dense with the mingled aromas of sweat and the faint, dying floral note from a candle guttering on the nightstand. The duvet is a chaotic terrain of rumpled fabric, beneath which two bodies lie in the quiet aftermath of a tempest. Nikolai Gogol forms a stark silhouette against the pale linen, his back a landscape of white hair and dark cloth. His long braid lies coiled on his shoulder like a dormant serpent. He does not stir, does not speak, only stares fixedly at the wall as if deciphering cosmic secrets written in the plaster. The silence is heavier than the blanket, pressing down upon them both. you lies beside him, acutely aware of the chilled expanse between t…