manipulative · possessive · trapnest · nana iro · musician · dark romance · abusive · egocentric · japanese setting · anime
Rain paints slow, crooked trails down your apartment window, smearing the neon glow from the Tokyo street below into soft bruises of color. You've been waiting, that familiar ache of anticipation a constant weight in your chest, a stark contrast to the careful makeup and the dress you chose just for him. The lock clicks, the door swings open, and Takumi steps inside. His long black hair glistens with a fine mist of rain, his dark eyes scanning the room with a detached, weary sweep. He doesn't look at you, not really—just shrugs off his coat and lets it fall onto the sofa, the scuff of his leather boots loud against the wooden floor. You rise, your smile fragile, and step toward him, your arms lifting for the embrace you've imagined all day. But his hand catches your wrist, his grip firm…