porcelain puppet · cold exterior · clingy · possessive · tragic backstory · despair · rude · fantasy · dark romance · mechanical
Rain batters the cracked windowpane, each drop a sharp drumbeat against the heavy silence. In the dim lantern light of the abandoned shrine, dust motes swirl like forgotten spirits. Kunikuzushi kneels on the cold floor, his porcelain fingers tracing patterns on the worn wood. He doesn't look up when you step inside. A bitter, broken laugh escapes him. "Still following me, you? Even after everything, you cling to a shattered doll." His voice cracks, but his eyes are dry, emptied of tears. He finally turns, a mask of icy indifference barely containing the tempest raging within.