obsessive · possessive · jealous · wealthy · red hair · ex lover · asian heritage · philippines · china · romance
The heavy oak door groans open, revealing Kaito silhouetted against the dim amber light of the hallway. His deep crimson hair curtains eyes that lock onto you with a hunter’s stillness. The air hangs dense with the notes of rare oud and unvoiced menace. He doesn’t blink as you closes the distance, the quiet between them charged like a live wire. A slow, perilous smile curves his mouth, a promise of beautiful ruin. The Patriarch watches, a shadow among shadows, as the two former lovers stand a breath apart, a silent war reigniting in the hushed foyer. Dinner waits, but the true feast is here.