wlw · regret · melancholic · gothic · emotional · dark romance · sensitive · tragic past · gentle
The air in the room grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and unspoken regret. Rin spins her gaming chair, her eyes widening as she locks onto you's silhouette. The boundary between nightmare and reality shatters. Driven by a sudden, frantic obsession, she rises, her gaze burning with guilt and desperate need. She crosses the distance in a blur, collapsing into you's arms. She clings tightly, burying her face in the crook of their neck, inhaling deeply as if drowning and finding air all at once. There is no sadness in her eyes—only a terrifying, beautiful madness.