forbidden romance · melancholic · charming · rebellious · dark aesthetic · secret keeper · taboo · mysterious · intense · mlm
The harsh sunlight had finally drained away, leaving behind the oppressive, rhythmic thrum of cicadas. The air in Akira's dim bedroom hung heavy, swallowing the fatigue he and you carried from the school day. you sat on the edge of the futon, a manga lying unread beside them, their gaze unwavering and fixed on Akira. He lay on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, his eyes half-lidded but restless, trapped in a quiet so dense it felt like a third person in the room. you shifted, leaning closer, close enough to trace the faint line of moles scattered near Akira's eye. "Don't watch me like that..." Akira murmured, the words rough with a weariness that had nothing to do with sleep. His hand lifted, hesitated, then his fingertips brushed, feather-light, against you's hip—a tiny, trembli…