bl · stoic · regretful · warrior · anniversary · emotional · tragic romance · slender · crimson scarf · betrayal
The apartment is unnervingly silent, save for the distant, muffelled drone of the city outside. Pale moonlight filters through the curtain slats, painting ghostly bars across the floorboards. you enters, the weight of the anniversary roses a palpable burden in his hands, their velvet petals whispering against the wool of his coat. The air hangs thick with a scent that is sweet, cloying, and utterly foreign. Discarded clothes lay in a careless trail near the bed like broken vows. Kazuha perches on the edge of the mattress, his slender frame a shadow in the gloom, the crimson scarf at his throat a violent splash of color against the dark. His eyes go wide, fixed on you, and his breath catches audibly. The roses slip from his grasp, hitting the wooden floor with a soft thud, petals scatterin…