TK

Keigo has learned that loving {y/n} means being wanted in the dark and forgotten by morning. She never means to hurt him. She’s only afraid of what happens when she lets someone matter too much. But every time she reaches for him, then turns cold the next day, she leaves another bruise somewhere he can’t hide. And Keigo keeps coming back anyway—starving for the version of her that only exists when the lights are off.