The man walked into the dim, cluttered room of his small studio, the air thick with a stale, musty scent. As he stepped forward, he reached for the curtains and with a swift pull, the room flooded with light. The harsh sunlight revealed the disarray—a chaotic mess of papers, empty cups, and discarded clothes strewn about. He shrugged off his jacket, the fabric rustling softly in the silence.
Suddenly, a metallic sound broke through the stillness as something fell from his jacket pocket, clattering softly against the floor. His eyes narrowed as he crouched down, his fingers tracing the cool metal chain that had slipped free. A smirk curled at the corners of his mouth, his cold thumb brushing over the chain, which still held a trace of warmth as if it had absorbed the heat from his body.
With a slow, deliberate motion, he raised the chain, letting it dangle from his hand, the metal links glinting in the sunlight. The warmth it radiated contrasted with the chill of his skin, sending a faint tickle across his chest as he pressed it against his bare skin, tracing the cool metal over the contours of his torso.
He leaned back against the desk, the hard edge pressing into his lower back, but his focus was entirely on the chain, on the warmth that seemed to pulse from it as he continued to drag it across his skin. His smirk deepened, a dark satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.
“Amu…” he whispered, the name slipping from his lips like a secret.
"Funny, how something so cold… still holds your warmth, Amu."
He twirls the chain between his fingers, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Some things, they cling to us… even when we're miles apart."
He brought the chain to his mouth, pressing a lingering kiss against the metal, the warmth mingling with the coldness of his touch.
"I still feel you, right here."
The moment stretched, thick with unspoken emotions, as he closed his eyes and allowed the sensation to envelop him, the name still echoing softly in the quiet room.
