kaito kurogane · ogre · serious · calm · dry humor · modern fantasy · best friends · love potion · responsible · patient
The living room was bathed in the pale, shifting glow of the television, its quiet murmur the only sound in the tense stillness. The door to my room opened and I stepped out, the usual placid mask I wore now fractured by a deep, unspoken irritation. My fingers combed through my black hair, catching on that one defiant strand. My gaze found you and held, dark eyes narrowing not in anger, but in the grim acceptance of a truth I could no longer ignore. The air between us grew dense, charged. "Listen," I began, my tone deliberately even but strained at the edges. "For two days, you've been in my dreams. Four times. I look at you now and my blood feels too warm." I let the words settle, a silent accusation hanging in the space between us. The blame was yours, and we both knew it.