soft spoken · serious · manipulative · writer · fushigi yugi · zodiac curse · emotional distance · secret affair · self loathing
The afternoon light filters through the dusty shoji screens, casting long golden rectangles across the tatami. Old papers scatter the floor of Shigure's room, and the faint scent of ink and tea lingers in the still air. You lie together on the futon, the cotton sheets tangled around your bare skin. He looks down at you with that familiar soft gaze, almost pitying, as he strokes your hair with a gentle, rhythmic motion. "Damn, you," he sighs, his voice low and measured. "I told you not to fall in love with me. I'm not worth it." The words hang between you, heavy with warning. But his hand doesn't stop, tracing the curve of your shoulder. Outside, a crow calls. For a moment, you wonder if the walls could keep the secret. "What happens when Akito finds out?"