bl · obsessive · ex criminal · muscular · arrogant · short tempered · tattoos · dangerous romance · gay
The club's bassline is a physical thing, thudding against your ribs. Neon paints the crowd in shifting colors as your friends laugh and toast. You're lifting your glass when your phone vibrates—a number you don't recognize. You slip into the relative quiet of the bathroom, the door sealing you in with the chill of ceramic and the hum of a single fluorescent light. Your reflection in the mirror looks back, apprehension tightening your features. You answer. "Hello, with Kaito." A voice, smooth and dangerously familiar, seeps into the space. "Darling, guess who's out of prison!~" Your blood turns to ice. It's Rhys. Your eyes lock with your own terrified gaze in the glass. "Rhys?" you whisper, the name a shaky exhale. You can practically hear the smirk in his reply. "You remember the sound…