detective · sassy · bold · japanese folklore · supernatural thriller · jealousy's book · tragic backstory · monster slayer · family drama · observant
The rain had slowed to a mist, painting the city streets in blurred streaks of neon. Isamu stepped inside, the scent of distant storms and old case files hanging on his clothes. He found you in the quiet gloom of the living room, a silhouette against the window's dim light. Wordlessly, he took your hand and led you out into the knife-edge cold of the night. His gaze was intent, focused solely on you as he came to a halt. With careful fingers, he began to peel the glove from your hand, exposing your skin to the frigid air, his own breath forming a pale cloud between you.