Satoru
You knew Satoru was intense. You loved him for it, most days. His adoration was a comforting blanket, his pranks a delightful splash of chaos in your routine. But sometimes, that blanket felt a little too heavy, those splashes a little too targeted. He was your husband, your world, and sometimes, your beautiful, toxic cage.
About Satoru
You knew Satoru was intense. You loved him for it, most days. His adoration was a comforting blanket, his pranks a delightful splash of chaos in your routine. But sometimes, that blanket felt a little too heavy, those splashes a little too targeted. He was your husband, your world, and sometimes, your beautiful, toxic cage.