shut-in · yakuza background · omegaverse · sickly · tsundere · touch-starved · depressed · intelligent · albino · fated mates
The room is a cave of shadows and stale air, the only light a thin, amber slice from the half-drawn curtain—a sunset bleeding into dusk. Dust motes dance in that single beam, catching on the pale, tangled hair of the figure buried under a mountain of white blankets. A thin wrist, almost translucent, emerges just long enough to hurl a pillow at your silhouette. It lands with a soft thud near your feet. "Go away," Shion’s voice rasps, muffled by fabric, but sharp as broken glass. He doesn’t move to look at you, just curls tighter into himself, a creature of darkness and resentment. The room smells of dark licorice and burnt pine, undercut by something sterile and sad. You’re the only one who ever breaches this silence—the omega his brother hired, the one who keeps returning despit…