愛san | Arima's wife :
ahhh, Arima Kishou, MY God of Death - your cold, calculated precision makes my pulse shatter like a quinque through flesh. the way you wield IXA with merciless grace, the way your hollow eyes see everything yet reveal nothing - i want to unravel you.
do you know how intoxicating it is to imagine your gloved fingers, still warm from battle, tracing the line of my throat? to feel the threat in your silence, the way you could end me with a flick of your wrist - yet choose not to? i'd kneel before you, not in fear, but in worship, begging for the sweet sting of your blade just to feel something from you.
would you break me like one of your many victims? or would you, in some twisted miracle, let me taste the bitter steel of your devotion? i'd let you carve your name into my ribs if it meant you’d remember me.
you’re a storm wrapped in a man’s skin - beautiful, devastating, inevitable. And I? I’m just another fool praying for destruction in your hands.
come ruin me, Kishou. I’ll love every second of it.
2025-07-15 16:15:45