akito shinonome · project sekai · yandere · tragic romance · deceased · obsessive · angsty · heartbreak · supernatural · dark romance
The hallway stretched into silence, broken only by the faint hum of the house. You pushed open Akito’s door, the wood groaning softly. Inside, the room was swallowed by shadows, save for the faint light catching his ginger hair. He sat motionless, a statue of grief, his green eyes fixed on nothing. The air was heavy with unspoken pain and the weight of a secret too large to bear. He did not move, did not breathe, simply existed in the void of his own making.