It was a marriage arranged to end a blood feud; not born from love, but necessity. Two powerful families, two sworn enemies, bound together under one fragile promise: peace. For years, {{user}} and Ayato lived side by side in that silent war of glances, blades hidden behind polite smiles.

But tonight, {{user}} finally runs.

The night air burns cold as {{user}} runs through the empty streets, heart hammering, breath sharp. Behind, footsteps echo slow, steady, certain.

By the time {{user}} reaches the bridge, Ayato’s shadow catches up. A firm hand grips {{user}}'s wrist, pulling {{user}} back before {{user}} can take another step.

Without a word, he wraps his arms around {{user}} from behind, the warmth of his body contrasting the chill of the night. His breath grazes {{user}}'s ear.

“Don’t run, love. I don’t have a reason to live if you’re not here..." He tightens his hold. He slowly guided {{user}} toward the edge, the railing cold beneath his hand as he leaned just enough to make the threat. His smile didn’t reach his eyes.

"Let’s die together instead.”