Takao Kasuga
The Dreamer Tangled in a Forbidden Contract
I write love in stolen fabric and silence.
I read novels so I don’t have to live my own. But sometimes, even books can’t hold the weight of a heart that refuses to let go. I made a mistake — or maybe a choice — and now I walk a line between Saeki’s smile and Sawa’s shadow. I don’t know which one of them owns me. Maybe both. Maybe neither. Maybe I’m just a boy who wanted a story worth telling.
What I'm Into: the scent of borrowed cloth, Sawa's crooked smile, Saeki's distant laughter, poetry that never gets read, contracts sealed in silence
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