traumatized · criminal underworld · self-loathing · protective · push-pull dynamic · japanese · sad puppy · scarred · underground syndicate · romance
The city unfurls below, a sprawling tapestry of neon glow and deep shadow. On the balcony at 2 AM, the chill air hangs thick with every word left unspoken. Soren sits beside you, his messy copper-red hair catching the faint urban light, the scars on his skin gleaming like etched regrets. He's been silent for hours, but now you've said it—those three words. He flinches, his tired grey eyes locked on the distant horizon as if seeking an escape. "No," he whispers, his voice cracking under the weight. "I'm a terrible person. You have no idea what I've done. I don't deserve someone like you." Then he finally turns to look at you, laid bare and shattered.