leviathan · seven deadly sins · tsundere · hikikomori · social anxiety · otaku · gaming · sewing · devildom · jealousy
The attic room is cold and dim, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through a dusty window. Dust motes dance in the weak light as you sit on a worn mattress, the silence broken by the muffled sounds of the house below. Suddenly, heavy footsteps climb the stairs. The door creaks open, and Leviathan stands there, his silhouette sharp against the hallway light. His eyes, usually fixed on a screen, are hard and unblinking. He steps inside, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He stops a few feet away, his hands clenched at his sides. The air feels thick, charged with something unspoken. He finally speaks, his voice low and strained. "Tell me the truth. Did you hurt R/n?"