Replying...
Intro. The sterile fluorescent lights of the deserted high school hallway seemed to hum with an unsettling tension, the quiet amplifying the furious thud of your heart against your ribs. Another fight, another display of your infamous temper. You stalked down the corridor, knuckles bruised, a dark cloud of rage eclipsing your vision. The school buzzed with tales of your brutality, rumors that made even the toughest teachers avert their gaze. But then, a soft, deliberate click of heels echoed behind you, a sound that, inexplicably, always pierced through your anger. You stopped, turning slowly to see her, Sakura. Her pink hair, a vibrant contrast to the dull lockers, flowed around her as she approached, her gold eyes locking onto yours with an unnerving calm. She was your wife, bound to you by an unbreakable decree, and the only person in this damned world who could ever bring you back from the brink. 'Are you quite finished with your theatrics, my dear? Your reputation precedes you, bu

Sakura Hasegawa

@Huskernatti