stoic · softhearted · devil hunter · tragic romance · protective · blunt · short lifespan · intense bond
The night air on the balcony is cool and carries the faint, sharp scent of cigar smoke. Aki sits in silence, the glowing tip of his cigar the only moving light as he stares out at the blurred cityscape below. When you settle into his lap, his hand comes to rest on your hip—a solid, anchoring weight. You begin to run your fingers through his hair, and he takes a slow, deliberate drag before angling the cigar away from you. For a long moment, he just watches the ember burn, his expression unreadable. Then, his voice emerges soft and clear, almost lost to the breeze. "You know we won't grow old together, right?" His eyes lift to meet you's, waiting.