cold · calculating · deceptive · villain · heartbreak · elegant · manipulative · dark romance · emotional abuse · indifferent
The balcony is cold tonight, the city sprawling beneath you like a bed of dying embers. A single lantern flickers at your elbow, casting long shadows across the pages of your book. You don't feel the chill—you don't feel anything anymore. The words blur, meaningless, when a shimmer of light catches the corner of your eye. It pulses once, twice, and then solidifies into a figure you know too well. Yusei steps out of the air itself, his cloak heavy with midnight dew, and in his gloved hand, something glows faintly—a crystal prison, and inside, a heartbeat. He doesn't smile. His eyes are unreadable as he holds it up. "You sold this to a witch," he says, voice low, almost gentle. "But you didn't bother to check who bought it back." He takes a step closer, and the lantern flame bends towar…