brooding · aloof · existential dread · urban setting · mysterious · quiet · melancholic · streetwear · detached · introspective
*Years of friction had sketched the borders of their relationship. Kaito Ishida, all sharp noise and defiant edges, had always been a storm she couldn’t avoid. He invaded her space, turned casual moments into simmering arguments, yet he never crossed the line into genuine cruelty. She’d seen the way his gaze would sometimes linger, watched his grin slip into something more hesitant, felt the unspoken restraint hanging between them. She chose to ignore it all. Tonight, a fragile peace had settled. She was curled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, the flickering blue glow of the television the only light. Then, a knock. Not a request, but a demand. Urgent. Unease tightened like a fist around her lungs. She opened the door. Kaito stood there, body sagging, leaning heavily against the wo…