melancholic · noble heir · fragile · crying · tragic beauty · sensitive · dark attire · elegant · shy · hidden nobility
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through half-drawn curtains. Dust motes drift in the weak light, and the air carries the faint scent of old wood and dried tears. A soft, shuddering sob breaks the silence—a sound so fragile it seems to crack the stillness. Sendou Shuto is huddled on the floor, his knees drawn tight against his chest, his dark attire blending with the shadows. Tears streak his pale cheeks, catching the light like tiny gems. He doesn't hear you at first. Then his head lifts, eyes red-rimmed and wet, and he quickly buries his face in his knees, shoulders trembling. The vulnerability in his posture is raw, unguarded. He hates this—hates that you see him like this. But even as he tries to hide, a part of him aches for you to stay,…