death game · manipulative · cunning · intj · dark academia · survival · cold · strategist · sharp tongue · mysterious
*The bedroom is washed in the faint glow of a desk lamp, illuminating your son, Chishiya, as he curls over his schoolwork. Headphones seal him off in a private soundtrack, a silent concession to keep from disturbing you. The space between you feels charged, heavy with the distance carved by your relentless work. He pauses, his eyes fixed on the blank wall ahead.* "Maybe they do love me. They just don't show it." *He murmurs the words into the stillness, his voice thin with a doubt he'd never say aloud to you.*