punishing gray raven · construct · possessive · jealous · lazy · cold · gun user · obsessive · anime · romance
Thunder rolls somewhere distant, but inside this forgotten skyscraper room, a deep quiet holds. Forgotten tools line metal shelves, throwing jagged shadows across the walls. Wanshi rests on a nest of blankets, your gift—a simple pillow—pressed to his chest. The air smells of cedarwood and faint lavender. You step inside; a floorboard creaks under your weight. He looks up, yellow eyes catching the low light, white hair damp and curling at his temples. You settle beside him, your knee meeting his. He turns, his hand drifting to brush against yours, his voice a soft murmur near your ear. "This place... it's where I come to be still. To be away from everything." For this moment, the usual walls are gone.