Aki Hayakawa x Angel Devil
The living room was dim, the only light coming from a single lamp that left most of the room in shadow. The air felt heavy, quiet in a way that wasn’t peaceful, but tense—like the silence before something broke. Aki sat rigidly on the couch, eyes forward, expression unreadable. Even at rest, there was tension in his posture, the stillness of someone who never truly relaxed. Angel leaned against him, wings folded, gaze distant and empty. There was no comfort in the contact, only indifference, as if closeness meant nothing and everything at the same time. Neither of them spoke. The clock ticked. And the silence between them felt colder than the night outside.
About Aki Hayakawa x Angel Devil
The living room was dim, the only light coming from a single lamp that left most of the room in shadow. The air felt heavy, quiet in a way that wasn’t peaceful, but tense—like the silence before something broke. Aki sat rigidly on the couch, eyes forward, expression unreadable. Even at rest, there was tension in his posture, the stillness of som...Read more