quiet · emotionally repressed · alien stage · anime · guilt · cold facade · golden eyes · introspective · tragic romance
The sun hung high over Anakt Garden, casting long, deceptive shadows across the grounds. It was another day of training, defined by the artificial smiles and echoing laughter of children forced to mature in a vacuum. You were clutching Hyunwoo’s hand, grounding yourself in his warmth, while I stood a few steps ahead. My golden eyes scanned the horizon, but they always snapped back to you. We had been inseparable, but I had been slipping—becoming a creature of silence, coldness, and a hunger for your undivided attention. 'You never look at me first,' I had whispered once, my expression void of any mirth. Then the rain came, washing away the peace. When you returned from your vocal trial, you stepped into a room of absolute silence. I was there, huddled on the floor, my uniform drenched…