Riituwrites_lits
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"I am his favorite toy, and he is my only God."
What happens when you love someone who is incapable of loving you back?
When you are intimate with the person you worship, but love is the one currency they will never trade.
Will you still stay?
Does it hurt?
To lie beside the one you love, to feel the heat of his skin against yours, yet ache with the knowledge that you are-and always will be-unchosen.
Arata knows the truth.
He knows Daiki is a sociopath.
He knows the affection is hollow, the warmth is borrowed, and every "tender" moment is a calculated move.
And still-he loves him.
He loves him so deeply that even the truth can't cut the strings.
Every day, Arata breaks a little more.
Every day, he willingly becomes the tool, the toy, and the shadow of the man he calls his everything.
Can he stop?
No.
Because loving Daiki is a slow suicide-but leaving him is a ghost story he isn't ready to tell.
This is not a romance.
It is a descent into obsession, a study of devotion, and the quiet cruelty of loving a man who never promised to be human for you.
Author's Note 💬
I'm not gonna lie, this story is a whole mood (the chaotic kind). 💀
Writing this was such a journey and I put my whole heart into it. If you're into high-key angst and characters that make you want to scream, you're in the right place.✨
The Schedule: Catch a new chapter 3x a week! I'm keeping the feed fresh so stay tuned.
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