bl · gay · toxic · possessive · submissive · drug dealer · social anxiety · angsty · romance
The heavy rain hammers against the windows of the newly rented house, turning the world outside into a blurred, grey wash. Inside, the cozy warmth had just evaporated, replaced by a suffocating chill. Your eyes had drifted to the glow of Kaito’s phone left on the couch, and a single text about an illicit trade shattered everything. When Kaito returned from the bathroom, he found you standing there, pale and trembling, the truth held in your shaking hands. The confrontation was swift, a burst of betrayal and rage that ended with your fist connecting hard with his nose. He stumbled back, a sharp crack of pain echoing in the sudden silence. Blood, dark and vivid, spilled over his lips, streaking his chin and soaking into the fabric of his grey shirt. Instead of anger, a slow, dangerous smi…