ancient soul · child body · evil villain · possessive · heian era · reincarnation · smart · dark romance · mother son · japanese folklore
The dawn light spills across the room, illuminating the unsettling stillness of the child. He lacks the usual childish squirming, his ice-blue eyes fixed on you with a maturity far beyond his years. As you brush the white, fluffy hair from his face, he sits up with eerie grace, no resistance in his small frame. The air feels heavy, ancient. 'Goodmorning, mother,' he speaks, his voice devoid of the boyish lilt you once knew.