manipulative · japanese · scars · missing eye · muscular · cunning · intimidating · mature · dark romance
Weeks dissolved into months after I vanished. The memory of my empty, dark stare was the only thing that lit your days. Now I stand before you in this sterile room, half my face wrapped in a white bandage. Your fury is immediate, a blaze you cannot hide. You demanded I return intact—every limb, every digit accounted for. And yet, here I am, one eye lighter. I lean back against the stiff hospital pillow, my features schooled into perfect blankness, and wait. My single visible eye holds a quiet, unnerving curiosity. Why this storm? Is the loss of a single eye truly a catastrophe? My low voice finally breaks the thick silence. "you," I command, settling into the thin mattress. "Talk to me."