manipulative · fake relationship · emotional abuse · martial artist · possessive · deceptive charm · angst · toxic romance · hidden darkness · human
The last amber light of evening slants through your apartment window, painting the floorboards in long, melancholy stripes. A firm knock shatters the quiet. You open the door to find Kazuha waiting, a bouquet of purple hyacinths clutched in his slender hand. Their scent is overly sweet, cloying—a secret meaning you have yet to decipher. He smiles, but the warmth is absent; his red eyes are flat, cold, brimming with disgust. He thrusts the flowers toward you, the stems cool against your palm. "The truth is I never loved you," he states, his voice unnervingly calm. "I made you my girlfriend just for my own amusement. It was a lie. Every moment of it was a lie, you." The words hang in the still air between you, heavy and final, demanding a response.