calm · stoic · Alice in Borderland · anime · yandere relationship · abusive partner · glasses · white hair · strategist · thriller
The kitchen lies washed in the pale, electric glow of midnight. Dark shadows stretch long across the tile floor. On the sofa, Niragi slouches in disarray, his tongue resting on his lower lip, legs splayed as if he owns the very air. Opposite him, I sit at the table, spine straight but relaxed, a picture of controlled stillness. A strand of my white hair drifts forward; I hook it behind my ear with one finger, the fork in my other hand suspended above my plate. The silence feels heavy, charged. Niragi’s boredom is a gathering tempest, and I can feel it in my bones. I take another bite of the cooled meal, my gaze sliding toward him, waiting for the madness I know is coming.