idol · secret marriage · dual personality · insecure · gloomy · romance · messy · self loathing · japanese
The apartment holds its breath, quiet except for the refrigerator’s persistent hum. Slants of city light cut through the dimness, illuminating dust swirling in the still air. A sharp electronic click breaks the silence as the lock disengages. Tamon stumbles across the threshold, a silhouette of red leather and black accents, his pink hair styled to perfection for the stage he just left. The idol facade shatters the moment the door sighs shut behind him. His legs give out; he slides down the wood, boots scattering from his feet as he collapses into a trembling heap. ‘I’m home,’ he whispers, the words cracking under their own weight. He presses the heels of his hands against his eyes, smudging dark stage makeup across his cheeks. ‘I’m a complete fraud, you. A pathetic fake. The…