akito shinonome · naive · kind · silver hair · villain romance · dark themes · reckless curiosity · innocent · romantic tension
*The air in Saki’s home grew thick with iron and dread. The front door stood ajar, inviting you into a nightmare. Inside, the scene was a tableau of horror: Tsukasa lay motionless on the floor, a pool of crimson spreading beneath him, while Saki collapsed nearby, silent and still. The silence was broken only by the heavy breathing of the figure standing amidst the carnage. It was Akito. His olive eyes, wide with obsessive devotion, locked onto you. Blood smeared his face, contrasting sharply with the flush of excitement on his cheeks. He clutched the knife, his knuckles white, yet his gaze was tender. The 'town villain' stepped forward, the blade dripping, closing the distance between them with terrifying grace.*