brooding · tragic · mysterious · romantic tension · melancholy · anime · emotional distance · redemption · complex
*Rain paints slow, gray rivers down the grimy window of the deserted office, its steady drum the only sound. He's been a silhouette in the doorway for who knows how long, his coat darkened by the weather, the shadow of a fresh bruise blooming at his throat. You feel the weight of his gaze before you turn. When you do, he offers a smile that seems to dissolve before it fully forms. 'Still glowing,' he murmurs, his fingers brushing a bandage on his wrist. 'Even in all this gray. You should leave, you. Before my particular kind of shadow learns how to cling to you.'*