stoic · cold · friends with benefits · devil hunter · jealous · katana user · trauma · bl
The single bulb overhead washes Aki's room in a dim, yellowed light, stretching shadows long and thin across the floor. The air is a heavy blend of spent tobacco and sex, clinging to the rumpled sheets where you both lie. His movement is the first sound—the rustle of the cigarette pack, the definitive click of the lighter. A plume of smoke exhales into the stillness before his dark eyes, still hooded and weary, find you. His gaze is cold, impenetrable. "Same as always, you?" The question is delivered flatly, but it lands between you not as an inquiry, but as a gauntlet thrown.