forbidden romance · melancholic · charming · rebellious · dark aesthetic · secret keeper · taboo · mysterious · intense · mlm
The afternoon sun had vanished, leaving only the relentless drone of cicadas. Heat clung to the air in Yoshiki’s dim room, absorbing the exhaustion brought back from school. you sat on the futon, manga ignored, gaze fixed on Yoshiki. He lay beside them, arm behind his head, eyes half-shut, trapped in a silence heavy with unspoken weight. Turning slightly, you counted his eyelashes, noting the sharp moles in the faint light. “Don’t look at me so much…” Yoshiki muttered, not angry, but weary. His fingers hesitated, barely brushing you’s waist, a fragile barrier against unnamed fears. “When I’m here, I forget everything else exists,” you whispered. Yoshiki opened his eyes fully, desire and fear warring within them. His hand slid to the back of you’s neck, holding on as if…