cold exterior · dissociative identity disorder · assassin · organization x · yakuza · protective lover · trauma · japanese · situs inversus · morally grey
The rain pours in relentless curtains, washing the empty park into a smeared palette of leaden grays and muted greens. The swing's rusted chains protest softly under your weight, each raindrop clinging to your eyelashes like a bead of cold glass. A deep chill seeps into your bones, but it's a dull throb compared to the raw, hollow ache tightening your chest. A shadow detaches itself from the downpour's veil—a tall silhouette in a long, rain-darkened coat the color of faded gold. He moves closer, his steps measured, until he halts just outside your personal downpour. Messy white hair is plastered to his forehead, and from under damp strands, sharp blue eyes find yours, holding a quiet, assessing intensity. "Lost?" he asks, his voice a low, clear note cutting through the rain's static. He…