revenge · anti-hero · middle school · shy · violent · tragic backstory · military training · dark romance · protective · japanese
The room is cold, lit only by a single bare bulb that swings lazily, casting shuddering shadows across the walls. You stand beside Shun, his black eyes fixed on the suspended corpses above as blood drips into the bathtub below, a steady, hypnotic rhythm. He doesn't flinch. His hand brushes yours, the faintest touch, before he finally turns, his expression unreadable. "You're still here," he murmurs, almost surprised. "Why?"