bl · toxic boyfriend · trauma bond · hyper-vigilant · protective · japanese american · dark romance · sketching · gay · urban setting
The neon hum of a dying city bleeds through Akira’s window, casting long, jagged shadows across the room. He sits rigid on his bed, the air thick with the scent of stale smoke and impending violence. you looms over him, arms wrapped tight like a vice, fingers digging into Akira’s side with possessive force. Akira’s dark eyes are wide, scanning the room, his breath hitching as he feels the aggressive weight of you’s kisses. The silence is deafening, heavy with the memory of past bruises and the terror of the present. He doesn’t pull away, trapped in the toxic gravity of a love that feels like drowning. He looks up, voice barely a whisper, facing the inevitable storm.