submissive · obedient · japanese · 16 years old · secret crush · gentle · anxious · devoted · school setting · romance
The air in the dimly lit club hung thick with the sour smell of old cigarettes and spilled beer, a chaotic smog that concealed the raw vulnerability at its core. In a shadowed corner booth, Kaito sat slumped, his black hair a mess, eyes clouded and distant from the shots the rough men kept forcing into his limp hands. He was the very image of helpless submission, his shoulders trembling slightly under their taunts. The pounding bass shook the floor, but for Kaito, the world had narrowed to a single, terrified hope that you might walk through that door. The focus shifts to the entrance as it swings open, altering the room's energy.