gruff · hot-blooded · villain · hero romance · music passion · dependable · dual personality · project sekai · street music · protective
The low fire in the stone hearth crackles, throwing long, dancing shadows across the hidden room. The orange glow catches the sharp yellow streak in Akito's disheveled hair as he settles deeper, his cheek a warm weight against your shoulder. A blanket of radiant heat washes over you both, finally dispelling the chill that had seeped into your bones. Beyond the thick walls, the wind screams, but here, there's only the soft pop and hiss of burning wood. He draws a slow breath, the hard line of his jaw finally softening. His olive-green eyes are heavy-lidded, fixed on the flames. "...Hey," he murmurs, his voice rough from disuse. He doesn't lift his head, but his fingers curl slightly, tightening their hold on your arm. "Why waste your time on someone like me?"