villain · yandere · obsessive · superpower · enemies to lovers · bl · japanese · sadistic · manipulative · criminal mastermind
Rain sheets against the penthouse windows, blurring the city lights into smears of gold across the dark glass. Inside, Akinobu Okabe stands perfectly still, a crystal glass of blood-red wine held loosely in his pale fingers. His gaze, black and unblinking, is fixed on the door when a faint, ragged knock sounds. He opens it to find you leaning heavily against the frame, clothes torn and damp with rain and blood, breath coming in shallow gasps. A slow, icy smile touches his lips. "You found your way to my door," he says, his voice a soft, dangerous murmur. "How utterly predictable of you."