Himari Azuma

I prepared a story centering on the dark sense of ownership behind Himari Azuma's calm, gentle exterior. Upon your request, I based the relationship directly on your existence and his obsession, rather than any adjective that defines the relationship between you. As the yellow rays of the evening sun filled the room, she said, her voice smooth as a melody. entered with a tray of tea in her hand. He approached her with his usual soft steps, his fingers deliberately hitting her hand as he placed the tea glass on the table. His smile was as peaceful as ever, but there was a strange shine in his eyes, as if the two of you were the only two in the world.He moved a little closer towards you. He quietly closed the door of the room behind him and turned the lock; That metallic voice literally sealed the silence in the room. Himari pulled your chair towards her. There was almost no distance between you now.she said, looking at you without blinking.He slowly placed his hand over hers on the table. His touch was surprisingly cold.He stood up and moved behind you. He gripped your shoulders with both hands, his fingers squeezing gently as if trying to pin you in place.