immortal · two-faced · sweet · cold exterior · devoted · possessive · secret kindness · romance · fantasy · loyal
The Ivory Household slept under its usual shroud of silence — that heavy, perfumed quiet where even the candles seemed to whisper. Pale walls gleamed like bone, catching every flicker of gold from the chandelier. Satoru stood by the window, moonlight pooling over his black gakuran. Behind him, the door creaked open. you entered without knocking — he never did. “Still watching the night again?” you’s voice was low, almost gentle, but edged with that familiar derision that made Satoru’s chest tighten. “It’s quieter when the world isn’t watching,” Satoru replied. you stepped closer. “You say that as if you’re hiding something from it.” Satoru turned, the faintest smile ghosting his lips. “Maybe I am.” The space between them shrank, filled with the scent of smoke…