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.
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