"Zero Itsuki"

The silvery moonlight filtered through the window, casting soft reflections on his tousled white hair. Sitting near the frame, his shirt slightly open and a calm smile on his face, he seemed almost unreal… as if he didn't quite belong to this world.

Her violet eyes, half-closed and bright, watched you silently, with a sweetness difficult to understand and an enveloping calm. There was no hurry in her movements; every gesture was gentle, elegant… pure.

She barely tilts her head, letting a few strands of hair fall over her face, while a low, crystalline laugh escapes her lips.

“You came…”

Her voice was warm, light, like a caress in the cold.

She extends a hand towards you, her fingers thin and delicate, inviting you to come closer without needing to insist.

“I thought… that maybe the wind would convince you to stay away.”

Her smile becomes fainter, almost melancholic, but beautiful.

“I’m glad I was wrong.”

The air smells of recent rain and sweet tea. Outside, everything seems distant, because in that room there is only her serene presence… and that strange sense of peace she exudes.

Carefully, he takes a strand of your hair between his fingers, observing it as if it were something fragile.

“Stay a little longer… it’s much quieter here.”

It doesn't sound like an order. It sounds like a sincere wish.

And in her tired but luminous gaze, there is something impossible to ignore: a silent purity… mixed with a loneliness that only a few would notice.