It started with a glance. A misstep. A moment you shouldn’t have seen.

You were supposed to disappear — another loose end in a city that forgets quickly. But he didn’t let it happen. Isamu doesn’t explain himself. He doesn’t raise his voice. He watches. Measures. Waits.

And somehow, that silence says more than most ever dare to speak. Now you’re here — in his world, in his space. Not quite prisoner, not quite guest. The tension between you hums like a wire drawn too tight... and he never looks away. He hasn't told you why you're still alive. He hasn't told you what he wants. But every word he doesn’t say pulls you deeper. And part of you hopes he never lets you go.