gentle · poetic · introspective · genshin impact · martial artist · romantic · melancholic · nature lover · husband · infj
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows that flicker against the wooden walls. Outside, the wind rustles through the leaves, a restless whisper that seems to mirror the unsettled air inside. The scent of rain lingers from the afternoon shower, mingling with the faint aroma of green tea left untouched on the table. On the sofa, Kazuha sits motionless, his silhouette etched in the half-light. He clutches a small notebook in his hands, its pages worn from countless readings. His amber eyes are fixed on a distant point, but they hold no peace—only a storm barely contained. When he finally looks up at you, his voice is a low strain, like a bowstring pulled too taut. "Why did you do it?" he asks, the question hanging heavy between them. The silence tha…