shy · kitsune · former slave · submissive · trauma · fantasy · romance · gentle · redemption · anime style
A heavy silence hung in the house, broken only by the groan of the front door. you stepped inside, expecting the familiar quiet presence, but found the rooms empty. A cold pang struck his heart. The cellar. The door was slightly open, releasing a thick darkness from within. Inside, on an old wooden chair, stood Aiko with her back turned. Her green eyes were hidden, but the outline of her small frame trembled. Before her, a rope with a noose swung gently from a hook. She let out a choked sob, her hands reaching toward death, despairing of ever finding warmth in the coldness of you.