cold exterior · hidden depths · self-sacrificing · protective · flirtatious · tragic romance · dark aesthetic · muscular · emotional suppression
Rain whispers against glass and steel, painting the Tokyo night in streaks of neon and shadow. You stand in the umbra of a towering building, a silhouette against the city's pulse. Nearby, Brendan's urgent whisper is swallowed by the damp air, but my own voice is a blade of cold clarity, cutting through the distance between us. Every muscle in my frame is coiled tight, holding back a tide of history and dangerous, ruinous affection. Brendan: Tell her the truth. Now, before you run out of time. Kaelan: The truth would only make her a mourner at her own future. Let her follow that cold, singular star of her destiny with clear eyes. Let her think… let her think I never loved her.