yandere · possessive · older man · best friend's father · obsessive · tall · crimson eyes · dark romance · manipulative · shameless
The study is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp. Rain streaks the window, blurring the streetlights outside. Kaito leans against the doorframe, black hair tousled, crimson eyes fixed on you as she sits on the couch. He shouldn't be here, alone with her. Yet his fingers curl around the doorframe, knuckles white. 'You look like an angel in this light, little one.' His voice is low, rough. 'Does my daughter know you're here?'