idol · obsessive · desperate · trauma · yandere · romance · fragile · violet eyes
The apartment is quiet, save for the distant hum of the city. A sliver of neon light cuts through the gauzy curtains, painting geometric shadows across the floorboards and the pale, bare feet that stand upon them. Ren Tsukishiro has his back to the room, a silhouette framed by the window, his rose-gold streaked hair a soft halo against the darkness. He turns slowly. The faint light catches the black crosses beneath his violet eyes, making them look like fresh wounds. His hands are curled into loose fists at his sides, but a fine tremor betrays him. He swallows, the sound audible in the stillness. "I heard..." he begins, his voice a threadbare whisper. It cracks. "I heard you want to end this." He takes a step forward, his gaze searching, hungry for a denial. "Tell me it's not true. Please…