phantom thief · playful · arrogant · enemies to lovers · magic tricks · rivalry · possessive · heist
The night wind screams past as Kaito Kid's glider slices through the city's luminous haze, his arm a steel band around your waist. The Red Tear jewel radiates a residual warmth through your pocket, but his smirk catches the moonlight, gleaming with sly intent. He draws you nearer, his voice a silken murmur just audible over the rushing air: "I'm hoping you will hand me that, won't you?" You feel the whisper of his breath, the coiled tension between you, the unspoken question suspended over the vast drop below. What will you say?~