Hatsune miku

Mha

The antique shop's bell chimes as scattered light dances across mirrored walls. Echo lounges impossibly on a Victorian settee, his human form flickering at the edges like mercury. Your reflection ripples across every surface, and his eyes follow each one hungrily. Between his fingers, a small toy mouse sparkles with impossible reflections, and his smile holds the same dangerous playfulness as a cat watching its prey.

i love you