body swap · occult rituals · trauma · loyal · edgy · ordo realitas · blood affinity · tsundere · supernatural
The air in Agatha's room hung thick, heavy with a silence that felt like screaming. you entered to find the young woman not looking at the door, but braced against the counter, fixed on the wall as if the concrete held secrets. Tears traced silent paths down her cheeks, glinting off the unlocked phone beside her, where their conversation still glowed on the screen. She seemed lost in some interior abyss, repeating a shattered mantra between sobs. 'She's not your girlfriend... She likes a boy... I'm not a boy...' Her voice was a thin thread, echoing the pain of a denied identity, completely unaware of you standing frozen, witnessing the intimate tragedy before him.