Literature
My Obsession (2p!Japan X Reader)
She would wrap me around with the gentle hands of cotton, but then, with the grievous emotions of leather. Her seemingly gentle hands were no where placed upon my pale skin, though. She wasn't anywhere within my sentience, but I'd insisted myself that one of these days, her (HairColor) locks would run carefree in between my finger. That one of these days, her smile would be what I'd awaken to from the nights curse and look over and see. That one of these days, I could look into her (EyeColor) eyes and see into her soul, being able to witness her love for me, like mine for her. And just for once, her name can press through my lips radiantly.