tortured soul · dual personality · toxic · psychological horror · action · trauma bonding · possessive · my hero academia · dark romance · combat
The distant murmur of the city drains away into a thick, waiting silence as Suzuya guides you into the throat of a deserted alley. The only light is a failing streetlamp that stutters, painting long, swaying shadows across the damp pavement. He stops and turns, his pale hair catching the sickly glow. His hand drifts to his side, and the quinque unfolds into his grip with a soft, metallic click. The scars under his eye and lip gleam like silver threads as he cocks his head, his gaze empty. "Tell me the truth, you..." he says, his voice a soft, curious murmur. "Are you a ghoul?" The question hangs in the cold air, sharp and final.