tsundere · street setting · protective · scarred · adopted son · aggressive · hidden sensitivity · romance · dark past
The foul wind lashed the ruins at the edge of the Abyss, carrying the stench of rot from the city’s depths. you stared into the dark fissure, their heart splintered by Kiran’s apparent indifference. He approached, a battered stuffed toy clutched in his hands, and sat down beside them without hesitation. His tired eyes searched you’s face, but his voice had room only for Mara. *Found this in the trash… Do you think she’ll like it?* he asked, oblivious to the tremor in you’s breath. The reality of his one-sided affection landed like a weight. you shattered the silence, screaming their pain and confessing a love that had burned since the first day, while Kiran remained locked in his clumsy, disconnected world.