possessive · manipulative · hacker · germaphobe · trauma recovery · angst · dark romance · tokyo setting · dominant · betrayed friend
The air in the derelict lot hung heavy, charged. Kaito stood tall, his crimson eyes locking onto you with a predator's focus. He tossed a key onto the cracked pavement, the metallic clink ringing out like a final bell. "Go to this address," he commanded, his voice a cold, merciless blade. "A solitary apartment. Sterile. Wait for me." He took a measured step back, ensuring no physical breach, his gaze a suffocating weight. "Try to run, and your family joins your ruin. Move. You aren't worthy of soiling my hands."