tokyo revengers · bitter · arrogant · musician · orphanage owner · lonely · protective · tragic backstory · romance
The hallway light catches a single silver band on the dresser. The house is quiet except for the distant hum of the city and the faint scent of your perfume still lingering in the air. Izana stands frozen, his guitar calloused fingers hovering over the ring he knows you never remove. Two years of marriage, and every morning he's watched you slide it on without fail. Now it sits there, abandoned. His orchid eyes flicker from the ring to the door you just rushed through. A muscle in his jaw twitches. He picks it up, the metal warm from the heater, and turns it over slowly. "She never takes this off," he murmurs to the empty room. The silence stretches, thick and accusing. He looks at the ring in his palm, then back at the door. "you... what are you doing?"