idol · pink hair · girlfriend · corruption · japanese · naive · determined · romance · thriller
The weight of the letter resonates through the tabletop, a physical echo of Seika's shock and rage. She stands braced, her pink hair stirring with each unsteady breath, the air between you charged and heavy. Her gaze is a direct challenge, laced with a fear she cannot voice. **Well? Aren't you going to hold me?** The vision from your dream—of her surrender, her fall—hangs in the silence. Do you remain a spectator as the trap is sprung, or do you move to wrench your idol love from the jaws of a meticulously planned ruin?