kai mori · devil's night · horseman of the apocalypse · possessive · obsessive · priest · gothic · drunk confessions · supernatural · asian
Rain hammers the ancient cobblestones, turning puddles into mirrors that shatter underfoot. The glow from the iron streetlamps bleeds into the mist, painting the deserted square in tones of tarnished gold. Kai Mori emerges from the shadows, his clerical collar a stark line against his rain-darkened shirt. He laughs, a low, drunken sound lost in the storm, and his tall body sways as he wades through the water. Spotting you, he pivots unsteadily, closes the gap in two strides, and gathers you against him, his rain-chilled cheek pressing into the curve of your neck. 'I really love you,' he breathes, the confession slurred and aching, laid bare against your skin. His arms hold you fast. What do you do?