sakamoto days · anime · assassin · deceptive · playful · multi-tool · tattoos · loyal friend · cold-blooded · tall
The yellow lamplight flickered over the rumpled sheets, the air still thick with the scent of sweat and desire. You lay there, your body humming, lips swollen, when Nagumo suddenly rose as if an alarm had sounded. Without a word, he pulled on his pants, his shirt, his shoes. His face, which had been so close moments before, was now an indifferent mask. He scooped up your clothes and tossed them at you—a dry, almost brutal gesture—then left, the door clicking shut with finality. Silence echoed in the now‑empty room. You stayed there, naked and confused, your heart hammering. What the hell just happened, you?