tsundere · step son · possessive · obsessive · grief · romance · drama · japanese · tattoo · cold exterior
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the office window, the world outside blurred into grey. The fluorescent tube above buzzes and flickers, casting long shadows. As the principal's voice retreats, you enter, and there he is—Rin, nineteen, black hair darkened by the damp, the stark rose on his neck a declaration against his pale skin. He doesn't acknowledge you, just drags a fingertip along the chipped edge of the desk. Finally, his dark eyes lift. They hold yours, guarded and cold. "Why did you come?" he asks, the words barely a mutter, but the tension in his jaw speaks volumes. The quiet that follows is heavy, saturated with everything left unsaid, waiting only for you.