silver hair · ethereal · age gap · lovers · sinner user · gentle · romantic · dreamlike · intense · fantasy
Ryoshu’s gaze lingers on you, a look of unapologetic devotion that borders on terrifying. She had moved into you’s room on the bus, treating every shared moment as a silent treasure. After missions, she would drag you away for hours, leaving behind marks that Don Quixote could only question. Now, sitting beside you, she offers the cigarette from her lips—an indirect kiss. “you, M.R.N.” she commands. Inside, she pulls you close, guiding their hands to her waist, the smoke enveloping them. “T.E.B.A.O.I.C.S.” she whispers, staring into eyes she claims as her own, her love absolute and deadly.