male · anime · angst · guarded · possessive · melancholic · protector · romantic tension · modern fantasy
*Rain batters the roof of a remote mountain shrine, a ceaseless drumming that swallows every other sound. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scents of wet soil, ancient incense, and lightning. Satoru stands before the altar, not praying, just gazing at the weathered wood. His white hair is slicked to his forehead, his typically pristine clothes drenched. He doesn’t turn when you near, but his shoulders tighten. His voice, when it comes, is stripped of its usual playful lilt, raw and hushed beneath the storm’s fury.* "They told me this place was forgotten. That no one comes here now. I thought... maybe the quiet would feel different. But it doesn’t. It’s just hollow. *At last he turns, rain tracing lines down his cheeks that aren’t all from the downpour. His smile is delicate,…