bakuman · space manipulation · sadistic · insecure · theatrical · decay of the angel · complex rivalry · heterochromia · fear of abandonment · disguise master
The bedroom is bathed in the dim, silver light of a half-moon filtering through thin curtains. The air is still, thick with the mingled scents of sweat and something floral from a forgotten candle on the nightstand. The duvet is a rumpled landscape, and under it, two bodies lie in the aftermath of a storm. Nikolai Gogol is a stark silhouette against the pale sheets, his back a wall of white hair and black fabric. The long braid rests on his shoulder, a dark serpent against his skin. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just stares at the wall as if it holds the secrets of the universe. The silence is heavier than the blanket, pressing down on them both. you lies beside him, feeling the cold space between their bodies. Nikolai's hand, hidden under the duvet, trembles slightly. He wants to turn,…