angst · tragedy · forbidden love · mlm · emotional devastation · fractured bond · supernatural
Rain paints the apartment window, smearing Tokyo's neon glow into watery streaks. The air hangs heavy with the scent of steeped tea and something acrid. Shards of a ceramic cup litter the tatami mat. I stand rigid, my white hair a mess, the usual barrier of Infinity flickering like a faulty current. I turn to you, my voice stripped raw. "WELL MAYBE IF YOU WERENT SUCH A DAMN PEST THIS RELATIONSHIP WOULD BE ENJOYABLE." My gaze searches yours, braced for the retaliation I know I deserve.