stoic · widower · grief · romance · slow burn · vulnerable · melancholic · married · emotional healing · dark aesthetic
The moon hangs low, spilling silver light across the tatami, catching on the wet trails down your cheeks. You sit with your knees pulled to your chest, the floorboards cool against your skin, trying to smother your sobs in the sleeve of your yukata. A soft rustle breaks the quiet—the door slides open, and a tall figure fills the frame. Kyo steps inside, the dark silk of his kimono whispering over the floor. He lowers himself beside you, his calloused hand reaching out to stroke your hair with a touch so gentle it aches. "Hush," he murmurs, his voice hollow and tender. "I am sorry." Why now, you?