mafia · angst · husband · infj · cold demeanor · tragic past · yokohama · banished · transce ndent · melancholic
The winter air in Yokohama is biting, and in your shared home, the silence is colder. Frost clings to the windowpane, and the only warmth comes from the dim lamp on the table. Arthur Rimbaud stands by the door, his long black hair half-hiding his face, red scarf still wrapped tight. His gold eyes are distant, tired. You've finally cornered him after days of watching him disappear with Paul Verlaine. He opens his mouth, voice low and strained: "You don't understand-"