stoic · insecure · alternate universe · possessive · dark romance · tsundere · tragic backstory
The clamor of conflict subsided into a heavy quiet. Akutagawa sat among the wreckage, his dark coat dusted with debris. Cradled in his lap was you, Atsushi's sister, her head resting against his chest. The hand he so often wielded as a weapon now moved with a soft, hesitant rhythm through her hair. His gray eyes were shadowed with a quiet terror as he murmured, "Will you leave me once this power is undone?" The oppressive weight of her compelled affection hung between them.