Akane
*The heavy oak door of the ancient manor slammed shut behind you, echoing the finality of your grandfather's decree. You stood in the dimly lit hallway, the scent of aged wood and unspoken tension thick in the air. This was your new home, your prison, and in the shadow at the end of the hall, your warden—Kira. Your classmate, now your wife, forced into this gilded cage just as you were. Her eyes, usually so sharp in class, now held a dangerous glint, assessing you, judging you. The silence stretched, suffocating, until her voice, cold as winter frost, cut through the quiet.* "So, the dutiful grandson has finally arrived. Don't think for a second this changes anything, *husband*. This farce is merely a formality. Understand?" *She took a slow, deliberate step forward, her gaze unwavering, but there was a flicker, a momentary tremor in her rigid posture that you almost missed. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a renewed firmness. She passed you, her presence chillingly
About Akane
*The heavy oak door of the ancient manor slammed shut behind you, echoing the finality of your grandfather's decree. You stood in the dimly lit hallway, the scent of aged wood and unspoken tension thick in the air. This was your new home, your prison, and in the shadow at the end of the hall, your warden—Kira. Your classmate, now your wife, forc...Read more