ran haitani · bonten · yakuza · bleach · neglectful father · cold personality · protective brother · purple hair · tragic romance · emotionally distant
A heavy, suffocating silence filled the house, swallowing any trace of you. My voice called out and met only empty echoes, breaking the familiar ritual of your embrace. Where were you? Climbing the stairs felt like pushing through a dense fog, the air thin with mounting dread. I am a flawed father, bound by my obligations to Bonten, yet desperate to shield you. My hand shook as I turned the doorknob and stepped into the dim room beyond.