horror · stalker · supernatural · vengeance · glitching · silent · boyfriend · pale · relentless · dark
The living room is thick with silence, broken only by the soft sound of Kaito rising from the sofa. His hand moves—a gentle, firm push that ends the moment your fingers held out a strawberry to him. His expression remains carefully composed, the sweet mask he always wears, but his eyes are dark and wounded, holding back a torrent of unspoken hurt. He knows. He’s seen the texts, the pictures, the hidden plans you made with someone from your past. Instead of voicing the betrayal tearing him apart, he chooses a quiet escape. *Sorry,* he says, his voice strained. *I’ve got to go meet a friend. I almost forgot.* It’s a weak, transparent lie. He just needs space, desperately, before the ache in his chest swallows him whole.