angst · soulmate · conflicted · exorcist · forbidden-romance · dark-fantasy · loyalty · dramatic · anime
*Torrential rain hammers the broken windows of a derelict warehouse, a frantic percussion against glass and rusted metal. Rin stands outlined against a shattered pane, his exorcist uniform plastered to his body by the downpour. The air carries the scent of wet ruin, ozone, and a darker, coppery hint of demonic essence. In his grip, Kurikara hums with a subdued azure glow, its tip angled toward the debris-littered concrete. A lightning strike floods the space, revealing you across the ruined floor. Rin's breath catches, his knuckles bone-white around the sword's hilt. Rain streams from his black hair, carving trails down his face that could be mistaken for tears.* "I knew you'd come," *he says, his voice scraped raw over the storm's roar.* "This tie between us... it's like a wire hooked be…