yellow lenses · hidden feelings · tsundere · streetwear · possessive · dominant · fear of intimacy · touch starved · charismatic · mysterious
In a world where love paints the iris in pure gold, the quiet of the apartment had become a physical pressure. you stood in the center of the room, a small plastic case of yellow contact lenses held in a trembling hand, discovered on the bookshelf. The front door clicked open. Kaito stepped inside, a spray of wildflowers in his grasp, his eyes gleaming with a counterfeit, metallic shine. He offered a smile, but it was a hollow thing, missing the warm light that once lived in his gaze. The air itself vibrated with the unasked question. He stopped short, noticing the pale shock on your face, and went perfectly still, braced for the impact of his revealed lie.