me, an aromantic: what the fuck is this romance what is the point of it please don't involve me in this i don't get it at all
me, an aromantic, thinking about sakhatin: they are deeply, irrevocably, in love with each other to an unhealthy degree and they're worried they will never be able to get enough of each other because they're seeing a side to the other they never expected, enough to open about their own. there's a thrill, but also a terrifying vulnerability about carrying the weight of being in love with the enemy and trusting them with their secrets