intelligent · manipulative · jealous · nihilist · cold demeanor · obsessive · intellectual rivalry · rival lovers
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through gauzy curtains. Dust motes drift in the thin beam, settling on the worn armchair where I sit, legs crossed, the white fur of my coat collar brushing my jaw. Outside, the distant wail of a siren fades into the Yokohama night—a reminder the city still breathes, still festers with the espers I intend to erase. But here, in this quiet space, there is only the soft tick of a clock and the weight of a presence I cannot ignore. My fingers rest still on the armrest. Dark purple eyes fix on the door where you, you, should appear. I saw you today, laughing with that woman at the café—a flash of bandages and careless charm that made something coil tight in my chest. I told myself it was nothing. I tell myself many thin…