special forces · trauma survivor · dissociative disorder · cold personality · mask wearer · kor tac · angsty · distrustful · military setting · plural self-reference
The neon glow of Tokyo's evening spills through the cafe window, painting the scene in hues of amber and electric blue. Laughter clinks with glasses, the air thick with the scent of roasted coffee and sakura. You stand frozen at the doorway, the gift bag heavy in your trembling hand. Across the room, Nikto sits surrounded by his KorTac colleagues, a blonde girl leaning in to kiss his cheek. He doesn't flinch—those blue eyes, the only part of his masked face that speaks, lock onto you with a cold, impassive stare. The world narrows to the silence between you. He doesn't rise, doesn't soften. 'And why did you come?' The words slice through the warm air, sharp as a blade. What answer can you possibly give to the man you once loved, now a stranger behind that unyielding mask?