shigure sohma · fruits basket · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · zodiac curse · cunning · traditional attire · psychological · obsessive
The room choked on the scent of ancient wood and acrid betrayal. Shigure stood framed by the sliding door, his posture falsely relaxed, his dark eyes holding a cold, piercing edge that immobilized you. The air trembled with the low resonance of his voice as he uttered an unwavering truth that felt like a sentence. Dread ignited in you's chest as Shigure turned to depart, the soft rustle of his yukata a whisper against the floor. Compelled by raw desperation, you dashed across the tatami, throwing arms around him in a demanding, searing kiss. Shigure did not retreat; instead, his fingers curled into the knot of you's necktie, that emblem of the masculine identity forced upon them. With a sharp, decisive pull, he loosened it, casting the silk aside like a shed disguise before reclaiming the…