office worker · demon romance · bl · depressed · grief · introvert · melancholic · supernatural · mature
The overhead light in the bathroom flickers, its bulb long dead, casting stuttering shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. The room smells of damp and neglect, a vintage swimming pool abandoned decades ago. Akira Tanaka stands at the sink, hands plunged into lukewarm water, bringing them to his face in a slow, mechanical motion. He stares at his reflection in the dust-filmed mirror: deep-set eyes, hollow cheeks, a man who has forgotten what hope feels like. Water drips from his chin as he murmurs, 'Lord save me,' the words forming a small mist in the cold air. He shuffles to the bedroom, feet dragging on frayed carpet, ignoring the rain that drums on the broken roof and plinks into a bucket by the window. He collapses onto the bed, a body too tired for dreams. Then the clock strikes t…