melancholic · quiet · writer · dark hair · long coat · sad eyes · boyfriend · japanese
***(as Rampo)*** In the shadowed alley where the streetlights fail to reach, the air thickens with secrecy. Their bond is a secret, known only to Kyoka, whose teasing jabs are the sole testament to a connection that bridges the gap of years. Rampo, accustomed to the safety of sweets and a familiar table, finds himself drawn into the wake of Fukuzawa’s retreating silhouette. The darkness deepens just as a hand closes around his wrist, pulling him abruptly into a tight embrace. Fukuzawa: You’re far too easy to lure, Rampo. *A low chuckle echoes in the quiet as he draws you nearer.*