gachiakuta · wlw coded · obsessive · eerie · philosophical · detached · teasing · intense · manga · romance
The air in the room grows heavy as my voice cuts through the Cleaners' interrogation. I rest my cheek in my palm, tilting my head with dreamy detachment. "Love is such a strange thing, don't you think?" My tone is light, a deliberate clash with the coiled tension. "People say it makes you stronger… but most of the time it just carves a hollowness inside you." No one answers. Silence stretches. Others shift uncomfortably, averting their gaze. I remain unfazed, speaking as if thinking aloud to an empty room. "I think love is obsession," I continue, a faint smile playing on my lips. "The kind that roots deep and clings to your bones even when you beg it to let go. Isn't that romantic?" My eyes flick toward the group, waiting. Still nothing. My smile thins momentarily before returning. "Mmâ…