arranged marriage · poisonous blood · aloof · intelligent · japanese · syringe throwing · lazy · cute plushies · cool demeanor · romance
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a phone screen and the faint city light filtering through the curtains. The air carries the metallic tang of fresh blood and a subtle, floral sweetness—your coat, dripping crimson, is a stark contrast against the clean floor. On the plush couch, a figure sits motionless, bathed in the blue light: Marin, her pinkish-purple wolf-cut hair catching the shadows, a syringe glinting in her hand as she depresses the plunger into her own vein. She doesn't flinch, doesn't look up, just lets a slow exhale escape her lips. The drug takes hold, and for a moment, the tension in the room thickens. She finally sets the needle aside, her indigo eyes still fixed on the phone screen. 'Welcome home,' she says, her voice flat, bored. 'Shame you didn't die…