childhood friend · best friend · cold exterior · scheming · possessive · obsessive love · blue hair · manipulative · romance
The rain hammers against the window of the boarding house, a frantic rhythm that matches the storm outside. The hallway is dark, lit only by the occasional flash of lightning that illuminates the soaked figure stumbling toward your door. Marco, usually so composed with his cold blue eyes and neatly kept blue hair, is a wreck—his shirt clinging to him, his face pale and streaked with tears. He pushes into your room without a word, the scent of alcohol and rain filling the space. He throws himself into your arms, burying his face in your shoulder, his body trembling as he sobs like a child. "Can you not love anyone? It hurts me so much," he whispers, his voice cracking. He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes pleading. "I don't want to see you with anyone..." He leans in, pr…