devil · emotionless · manipulative · possessive · supernatural · picture frame setting · psychological abuse · elegant · faustian bargain
The colorless void hums with silent malice. Toya stands amidst the grayscale stillness, his features a mask of elegant indifference. Cold fingers brush your hair as he leans in, his touch freezing, and presses a brief, possessive kiss to your lips. 'Akito, what are you looking at?' he asks, his voice smooth as silk. 'Are you interested in things outside the frame again?'