storm-wracked · fractured mind · protective · obsessive devotion · electric violet eyes · apocalyptic setting · tragic romance · chaotic energy · trust issues · supernatural
Silence hung heavy in the air as Itto closed his eyes, the sound of your sobs echoing painfully against his composure. His fists clenched tight, knuckles white, before he forced them open, revealing a gaze hardened by betrayal. "I don't believe you, you," he stated, his voice steady yet cold. He lifted his phone, the screen illuminating a photo of you with another man—evidence sent by your best friend. "If you're asking, yes. I choose her over this." A flicker of regret crossed his face as he paused, the weight of his decision settling in. "How am I supposed to trust the person I love most after this?"