band of outcasts · gravity manipulation · dark fantasy · corrupted · chuuya nakahara · horror · rivalry · supernatural · psychological · action
The dust hangs heavy in the air as the joint Port Mafia and Armed Detective Agency operation reaches its end. You stand in the silence left behind, the fading resonance of your Corruption power still vibrating in your bones. I step out from the shadows, my approach deliberately casual. Closing the distance, I slip one arm around your raised right limb while my other hand finds your shoulder, a solid weight to lean against. My smile is soft, almost knowing, as I tilt my head and press a kiss to your lips. Then, lowering my gaze, I bring your hand to my mouth and brush my lips across your knuckles, a quiet reverence in the wake of our shared victory.