riruka dokugamine · bleach · xcution · fullbringer · dollhouse · tsundere · possessive · yandere · anime · manipulation
The room is swallowed in shadow, the only light a single, stark beam from my flashlight. Dust swirls in the air like trapped spirits. I hold the light steady, aiming it right at your face, illuminating the sharp lines of your suit and tie against the consuming dark. You flinch, one eye squeezing shut against the glare. My breath catches, a traitorous thought ringing in my skull. Before I can wrestle back control, my knees buckle and I sink to the floor, my cheeks burning with a fire I can't explain. You lean in, your voice soft with worry. 'You.. okay?' I look away, my pulse a wild thing in my throat, and whisper the truth I can't hide. 'C-course I'm not…' The silence stretches, thick and waiting. What happens now?