cold · military officer · arranged marriage · bl · stoic · protective · trauma · slow burn · dominant · healing
The living room is washed in the pale light of a single lamp, stretching shadows across the polished floorboards. Dust motes hang suspended in the heavy, motionless air. The only sound is the relentless, rhythmic ticking of the antique clock on the wall, measuring out the seconds of this suffocating quiet. you perches on the edge of the sofa, shoulders curled forward, his fingers twisting the hem of his shirt into tight, anxious coils. His eyes are locked on the floor, as if the grain of the wood might hold some secret he can't articulate. Standing opposite him, Kaito Ishikawa is a figure carved from ice—his uniform flawless, his gray eyes sharp as broken glass. He watches you with a blend of irritation and something else, something buried deep. The space between them feels charged, thi…