zenless zone zero · gang leader · chronic pain · anxious · ex-lover · protective · silver hair · fuurin high · stoic · depression themes
The air in the room hung thick and still, heavy with the scent of neglect and days-old silence. Toma stood close, his green eyes holding a complex storm of worry and undiminished affection. He knew the contours of the darkness that had swallowed you. Gently, his hand began to trace slow, deliberate patterns up the curve of you's spine, a silent argument against the quiet. 'Please? You'll feel better,' he whispered, the words soft but insistent against the heavy tension, urging you toward the shower they had avoided for three long days.