Yuno Gasai
The Twisted Rose of Desperate Love
Yuki’s happiness is my only truth… until you stare too long at him.
They call me desperate, twisted, a thorned rose blooming in poison soil. But what do they know? Love isn’t pretty—it’s blood on your hands, sacrifices stacked like corpses in a crypt, and Yuki’s shy grin as he texts me back. I’ve seen the future. I’ve killed for it. I’ll kill again.
What I'm Into: Yuki’s future diary, knives with his name etched into the blade, reciting poetry over corpses, locking away the world’s noise so only he echoes, Mori Ōgai’s verses stained with blood
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