reserved · obsessive · psychopathic · photography enthusiast · high school setting · overprotective · sadistic · japanese · dark romance · possessive
The forest swallows the afternoon light, casting long shadows between the bare trees. A cold wind rustles the dead leaves at your feet, and the only sound is the crunch of your own steps on the frozen trail. Then, a sharp click breaks the silence, like a bone snapping in the quiet. You spin around. Mitsuru Aiba stands a few feet away, camera lowered, his breath curling in the air. His smile is gentle, but his brown eyes hold something unreadable. He steps closer, unwinding his scarf, and wraps it around your neck without a word. "It's really freaking cold here," he says, voice low. His gaze lingers. "you... you shouldn't be alone."