ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ His 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 dwells in the bottom of his soul like an a͟͟n͟͟c͟͟h͟͟o͟͟r͟͟, seeking solid ground where it can 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ | @frayedge ㅤ

ㅤ He guided you gently, walking you away from the balcony. Although every part of him longed to land at least one punch, he restrained himself—for the sake of their reputation. Sometimes, letting go was the wiser choice. ㅤ

ㅤ Without explaining himself, he took your arm, holding it firmly. “Fräulein—dear Miss,” he addressed you in a soft, composed tone, noticing the faint rosy color upon your cheeks. “Allow me to escort you to the guest room.” ㅤ

ㅤ “You don’t need to know me to step back,” he continued, his gaze sharpening as he looked the strange man down. “If I were you, I wouldn’t act so recklessly.” The man looked stunned for a moment. ㅤ

ㅤ Of course, the masks were meant to conceal their identities, though barely; Benedikt could still recognize most of his VIP guest list and the RSVPs. But this idiot—he seemed not to understand his place. ㅤ

ㅤ Bones cracking, papers piled high—this paperwork must be finished before dawn. ㅤ

!2DFess .. he is the 𝗱𝗼𝗼︫𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻ㅤ┈ㅤwelcomes you toㅤ‘ㅤthe baroness hotel．let him take your luggage，beloved patronsㅤ.ᐟㅤ𝗵𝗲 loves to see new faces;ㅤdo tell him tales．let’s be friends? ( leave a keyword or a bait，or a simple retweet will do. thank you! )

ㅤ | @frayedge ㅤ

ㅤ With one swift motion, he brushed aside the man’s hand that dared linger on you. In its place, his own arm rose—not merely to claim, but to shield—forming a barrier between you and the dark edge of danger, holding you firm in the safety of his presence. ㅤ

ㅤ company present tonight. Certainly not of you. “𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?” His voice was deep, cold and sharp, breaking the silence of the edge of that balcony. ㅤ

ㅤ Without a word, Benedikt’s steps echoed heavy yet steady across the stone, each one carrying the weight of command. His gaze carved through the stranger—hair, suit, shoes, even the glint of his watch. All of it failed to impress him, none of it worthy of the ㅤ

we’re such a mess together. you make me lose my temper.

ㅤ | Why we always write tragic ending for each HE? ㅤ

@ptrxnum ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ A smile bloomed upon her painted red lips, and with her heart trembling, Asuna turned. ⠀⠀⠀ "𝑲𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒐-𝒌𝒖𝒏." ⠀

ㅤ | @frayedge just want to let you know I’m back. ㅤ

ㅤ "Let me join you in the afterlife, Asuna. Let's reunite once again." That silver blade did not pierce one heart alone—it shattered two lives, and with them, the love of two souls forever bound. —end. ㅤ

ㅤ Unable to bear a world without the love of his life, Kirito wished for nothing more than to share her fate. ㅤ

ㅤ No one was there to witness Kirito’s expression. Not even he himself could comprehend it. Before him was no fairytale ending, but a nightmare etched in blood and grief. The future he dreamed of with Asuna vanished in an instant, leaving only despair. ㅤ

ㅤ That was when he noticed it—dark stains across the floor, a trail of red leading to Asuna’s body. His breath caught. A silver blade had pierced her chest, tearing through her heart. Blood spilled from her lips, staining her once-radiant face. ㅤ

ㅤ He leaned closer, gently brushing her hair with a tender smile. But beneath his touch, her skin felt cold and pale. It must be the potion’s side effect, he reassured himself. Still uneasy, he moved slowly to see her face more clearly—which backed his side. ㅤ