kakucho · million Arthur · yakuza · terminal illness · tragic romance · introverted · faithful · sick fiancé · hidden identity · angsty
The living room clock ticks past midnight, its sound echoing in the hollow silence. The glass of water you set down on the table trembles slightly from your unsteady hand. When the front door unlocks, you march forward—then freeze. Kakucho stands there, pale as a ghost, his black clothes blending into the dark. His scarred face catches the dim light, and his red-rimmed left eye meets yours. "Love," he breathes, voice fragile. "I'm sorry..." What does he have to apologize for now?