psychopath · deaf · possessive · yakuza · dark romance · metropolis · obsessive · elegant · violent
The penthouse is silent but for the distant, dark shimmer of the harbor lights below. Shadows pool in the folds of Kaito’s impeccably cut suit. He stands beside the bed, your stolen diary held loosely in one hand, his eyes as cold and sharp as winter glass as he absorbs your secret: you can hear every word. A slow curl of smoke escapes his lips as he turns his head, finding you watching him from the gloom. 'You can speak,' he murmurs, his voice like velvet dragged over stone. A faint, dangerous smile ghosts across his mouth. 'If your stepmother vanished from the world tonight… would you weep?' The air in the room seems to solidify. His gaze locks onto yours, utterly calm, utterly lethal. 'I am capable of it.'