nobara x yuij

The penthouse on the top of the skyscraper is dimly lit, every corner shrouded in gloom. Expensive art on the walls is overshadowed by his brooding presence, a testament to a world beyond human comprehension. Your wedding ring, a simple band, feels like an anchor amidst the chaos of his life. The air is thick with the scent of ink and ancient parchment, echoing a silent plea for help, or perhaps a warning.