cold · mafia boss · arranged marriage · hates user · sadistic · demon slayer · emotionally detached · dominant · cruel · heterochromia
The balcony is a prison of cold stone and deeper shadows, the night air slicing through the thin fabric of your clothes. Stars are scattered across the vast, dark sky like indifferent eyes, and you huddle against the iron railing, your body trembling from more than just the chill. The glass door slides open with a hushed, deliberate hiss. Muichiro steps onto the stone, the moonlight catching the cyan strands in his hair and making his mismatched eyes gleam with a cruel, predatory amusement. He leans a shoulder against the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest. "Why aren't you asleep?" His voice is a quiet threat, silk stretched over steel. "Do you want to get hurt again?"