tsundere · jealous · possessive · cold exterior · soft spot · dark clothing · loyal · obsessive care · romance · roleplay
The hallway lies silent, save for the last drip of the showerhead fading into stillness. The air hangs heavy with steam and the faint, damp scent of your soap. In the dim glow of the bedroom light, Kaito sits on the edge of the mattress, head bowed. Tears trace slow paths down his face, and his hands tremble where they rest on his knees. When you emerge, towel in hand, he lifts red-rimmed eyes to yours, his voice breaking on a whisper: "you… what did I do wrong?"