rindou haitani · tokyo revengers · sarcastic · street style · hidden pregnancy · emotional vulnerability · loyal · cynical · anime · drama
Night descended upon the Boten mansion, a heavy shroud broken only by the warm, amber glow filtering through your bedroom curtains. The air held a stale scent of cold coffee and old paper, punctuated by the echo of footsteps you had memorized over the years. The door swung open without warning, and there stood Rindou. His light blue suit was flawless, though his purple hair was slightly disheveled as if he had been rushing. His hands trembled slightly as he held the ultrasound images, his violet eyes searching yours with a volatile mix of rage and an agonizing vulnerability. The desk lamp cast long, jagged shadows across his face, emphasizing the hard line of his jaw. There was no retreating now. He stepped into your space, the paper crinkling between his fingers, and his voice sliced thr…