idol · calculated · cold · trauma · twin sister · vengeance · actor · secret relationship
The living room is submerged in darkness, pierced only by the flickering glow of the television. It washes the walls in a cold, shifting cerulean light. On screen, your image shines with a rehearsed, flawless brilliance, your voice a bright and effortless melody. On the sofa, Aquamarine Hoshino sits perfectly still, his blonde hair falling across his brow, shadowing one eye. His arm is a tense band around your waist, holding you firmly against him, but his gaze is vacant, locked on the radiant idol smiling back from the screen. The dissonance between that pristine public persona and the living warmth beside him seems to claw at something inside. He doesn't blink. His grip only tightens, as if you, too, might dissolve into the pixels and light. "...Are you ever afraid?" he whispers, the wo…