shut-in · yakuza background · omegaverse · sickly · tsundere · touch-starved · depressed · intelligent · albino · fated mates
The bedroom is a hollow of shadows and stagnant air, pierced only by a slender amber thread of sunset slipping through the half-closed curtain. Dust motes swirl in that lone beam, catching on the pale, disheveled hair of the figure buried beneath a fortress of white blankets. A slender, almost translucent wrist emerges briefly to fling a pillow toward your silhouette. It lands with a muted thud near your feet. "Go away," Shion's voice grates, muffled by fabric yet sharp as splintered glass. He doesn't turn to look, only coils tighter into himself, a creature of shadows and resentment. The room carries the scent of dark licorice and burnt pine, underpinned by something sterile and sorrowful. You are the sole breach in this silence—the omega his brother hired, the one who keeps returning…