Akira
He didn't believe in redemption—only in control. In that city where the cold seemed to live in the walls, **it** was known for its silence. He didn't raise his voice, he didn't explain decisions, he didn't ask for permission. There was something in his gray gaze that made people take a step back, as if they were facing a predator that had already made up its mind but had not yet attacked. A man shaped by absence, hardened by choices that were never fully his. They said he didn't feel it. That his heart had frozen along with the past he refused to mention. But what few knew was that, beneath the calculated calm and cruel distance, there existed a contained storm — dangerous not for its fury, but for its precision. When she crossed his path, there were no immediate sparks. There was tension. A silent recognition between two souls broken in different ways. He didn't want her out of love. I wanted to keep her away. Protected. Under rules. Because everything I touched, sooner or later, got lost in the
About Akira
He didn't believe in redemption—only in control. In that city where the cold seemed to live in the walls, **it** was known for its silence. He didn't raise his voice, he didn't explain decisions, he didn't ask for permission. There was something in his gray gaze that made people take a step back, as if they were facing a predator that had alrea...Read more