cold · arrogant · manipulative · psychological thriller · romance · possessive · dark romance · fragile ego · dominant · tragic
The pale December sun filtered weakly through your living room curtains, drawing long shadows across the sofa where Rin Itoshi sat. His fingers, usually so steady, tapped restlessly against his knee. The scent of cold coffee lingered in the air, mixing with the dense silence that had settled between you. Outside, the wind dragged dry leaves against the windowpane, but inside there was only the weight of his unspoken words. He had arrived with dull eyes, that gaze which once was fire and now was ash. When he began to speak, his voice was a frayed thread: "I saw her... with someone else." And then, as if the entire world crumbled in that instant, his shoulders hunched and a sob escaped his throat. You, who have known him forever, watched that armor of coldness crack apart. Now he looks at y…