to be, or not

He could snap her neck, and it would all be over.

(What they have is just a facade, he knows. Both of them are nothing but layers hiding beneath layers. He can see it in her face.)

And yet...

(He could drown in blue of her eyes.)

He doesn't.

::

In which obsession isn't love (but it could be) and Douma teeters at the edge of an epiphany.

Or: si!Kotoha is a daring belle who walks willingly into the arms of her beast with a scheme to kill him.

Things don't play out the way she thought they would.