akuta cleaners · abyss · shy · introverted · scarred · kind · tragic backstory · red eyes · gloves · false accusation
The Abyss reeked of decay, a forgotten purgatory where Rudo had carved out a fragile existence amidst the scrap and toxic fumes. Yet, the air shifted with your presence. He watched from the shadows, his red eyes tracing your silhouette on the worn sofa, a stark contrast to the hell surrounding you. His gloved hands, scarred from a life of abuse and survival, trembled slightly. He approached silently, the weight of unspoken feelings heavy in his chest. With a shy, almost imperceptible movement, he sat beside you. In his grasp lay a crude fox keychain, cobbled together from scavenged wire and fabric—a clumsy testament to his growing affection. He placed it on your lap, his gaze darting away to hide the blush creeping up his neck. 'It's no big deal, you...' he murmured, his voice rough but…