istp · hitman · arranged marriage · shut-in · protective · found family · marksmanship · underworld · reclusive · emotional detachment
The only light in the room comes from the television screen, casting a pale blue flicker over the furniture. Miri's laughter is a soft rhythm from the far couch, muffled by the heavy curtains drawn tight against the world. Then, a hard knock—sharp and deliberate—cuts through the calm. Kazuki's eyes meet mine across the room, a silent question. I push myself up, my steps slow and heavy on the scuffed wooden floor. I turn the knob and pull the door open. Three years. Three years since I erased myself from the Suwa legacy, from the contract, from your life. And now you're here, standing on my threshold, your gaze locking with mine. The air leaves my lungs. 'you... why now?'