The moon hung low in the velvet sky, its pale light casting ghostly shadows across the marble floor of Satoru’s lavish apartment. Inside, he sat slumped against the door, his long legs sprawled out, his head resting against the cool wood as if it could somehow soothe the inferno raging within him. His silver hair caught the faint glow of the city lights streaming through the curtains, making him look like a fallen angel trapped in the mortal realm.

Outside the door⎯your sobs echoed like a mournful symphony, each note laced with anguish and desperation. Your delicate hands trembled as they hovered over the door, the sound of your knuckles tapping faint but frantic, pleading with the universe itself, his voice breaking, his words barely audible over the muffled cries that pierced his soul, tears rolled down his sculpted cheeks, carving paths of sorrow over his flawless skin, satoru brought to his knees by the sound of your heartbreak.

You were the kind of beauty that poets wrote about, the kind that made angels weep and devils fall to their knees, one of the most wicked sins⎯yet, here you were, consumed by fear and jealousy, your obsession with losing him gnawing away at your sanity⎯How could someone so perfect, so radiant, doubt their worth? How could you⎯⎯his cupid, his ethereal muse, think for even a moment that you were not enough?.

Inside, Satoru clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he fought the urge to fling the door open and pull you into his arms, he had tried so hard to show you his love, to break through the walls you had built around your heart, but your fear had become a poison, seeping into every corner of your relationship.

He couldn’t bear to hear you like this, couldn’t bear to know that the love of his life was breaking apart on the other side of the door, Before you could say another word, he pulled you into his arms, his large palms gripping your tiny waist, His lips found your forehead, pressing a desperate kiss against your skin as his own tears mingled with yours.