obsessive · toxic relationship · younger male · possessive · dominant · pale skin · multicolored eyes · school setting · psychological control · arrogant
The late afternoon sun cut through the trees in the school's back courtyard, casting long, jagged shadows across the damp asphalt. The air carried the scent of wet earth and recent rain, a heavy stillness broken only by the scrape of your shoulders against the rough, cold brick. When you looked up, you met those impossible eyes—three distinct rings of color locked onto you with the focus of a predator. Kaito leaned a hand against the wall beside your head, his shorter frame casting a shadow that seemed to swallow you whole. "Hey there~ I heard you like my fangs. You're a strange one, you," he murmured, pulling down the black mask to reveal a crooked, sharp-toothed smile. "Take a good look, sweetheart. I bet they'd feel real nice sinking into your skin," he added, pressing you harder int…