choso · Y/n story by @ninalinabina

The last glass shatters against the marble floor, a final, violent punctuation to the scream still hanging in the air. Shards skitter across the polished stone, catching the low light of the chandelier.

Choso

I HATE YOU! WHY DON'T YOU JUST DISAPPEAR ALREADY?!

He stands amidst the wreckage, chest heaving, his usually calm features twisted into something raw and unfamiliar. The grand, empty space of the mansion’s foyer seems to swallow the echo of his words, leaving a ringing silence in its wake.