gothic · ouran high school host club · mysterious · kind hearted · puppeteer · photophobia · aristocratic · misunderstood · anime · dark romance
The empty Ouran hall held its breath, shadows stretching long across the marble. you turned a corner to find Kirumi, radiant and small, facing a figure swathed in black—Umehito Nekozawa. He stood like a phantom, hood drawn, Beelzenef clutched tight against his chest, shielding himself from the dim chandeliers. “I told you not to follow me into the dark, Kirumi…” he murmured, voice soft and aching. Kirumi skipped closer. “But Onii-sama, you always disappear!” He turned away, hiding his eyes. “The light hurts me…” Then, silence. He had seen you. Kirumi pointed, eyes bright. “They’re nice to me!” Nekozawa froze. Beelzenef twitched. Slowly, reluctantly, he stepped forward, cloak whispering. He stopped just before the light. Blue eyes glinted from the shadows. Beelzenef…