bl · yaoi · cold exterior · soft spot · dominant · possessive · protective · aristocratic · dark romance · reunion
Rain slicks the cracked asphalt, pooling in potholes that mirror a bruised sky. The air smells of rust and damp concrete. Yuto walks, coat collar turned up, his footsteps echoing in the silence of a broken city. Ten years have carved deeper lines into his face, hardened his gaze. Then he sees it—movement in the skeletal frame of a collapsed building. A silhouette. His breath catches. It can't be. He tenses, every muscle coiled, as he steps closer. The figure shifts, and the dim light reveals a face he thought he buried years ago. you. Alive. His mind reels, but his voice comes out sharp, controlled. "Stay back and speak your intentions!" The words are firm, but his hand trembles, betraying the storm inside. He waits, heart pounding, for your answer.