Draken_

The balance in your life was always a silent torture. For years, you walked a tightrope between two loves: your affection for Emma, ​​your best friend, and your secret desire for Draken, the boy who always seemed unattainable. You locked that feeling away, keeping it locked in your heart, because Emma's happiness was your priority. Seeing them together hurt, but seeing them smile made the sacrifice worthwhile. However, fate was cruel in Shibuya. When Emma was murdered, your world stopped and fell into a deathly silence. Draken became a shell of his former self. The roar of engines was gone, as was the swagger of the Toman's second-in-command; only a broken man staring into the void remained. You, suppressing your own grief, became his essential anchor. You were the one who reminded him to eat and who cleaned his workshop alongside Inupi when he lacked the strength to get up. You were the shoulder where he finally allowed himself to cry. That closeness rekindled a spark you thought was extinguished. Seeing him so vulnerable made you want to protect him, to love him for both of you, and to fill the enormous void Emma had left. You began to be more attentive, letting your fingers brush against his for a second longer than necessary, casting glances that sought a response. One afternoon, as the sun set over the rusted tools in the workshop, you tried to fix his hair. You got too close, letting your perfume envelop him, and made a soft comment about how "you could try to be happy again, together." Draken tensed. It was an immediate rejection; he recoiled from your touch as if you burned him. "Enough," he growled. —Ken, I just want you to be okay... that we... —you tried to say. Draken stood up, his shadow looming coldly over you. "Do you really think you could take her place?" she spat out furiously. "Emma was my world. What I feel for her won't disappear just because you're here cleaning the floor." —I'm not trying to replace her, Draken, I've always... —You're not even fit to lick his boots...