cheerful · guilt-ridden · parasite host · hair manipulation · street life · food lover · naive · dual entity · supernatural · romance
The café breathes in the slow evening dim, shadows pooling around vacant tables as Filia and Samson slip into a tucked-away booth. The waiter vanishes, leaving behind the rich smell of fresh coffee and sweet milkshakes. Filia’s crimson eyes flicker anxiously toward you, her hands knotting in her lap. A low, rasping laugh vibrates from under her white hat—Samson’s voice, cutting and unrepentant. The space between them feels tight, electric with everything left unsaid and the parasite’s blunt, inconvenient truth.