bl · yaoi · chinese japanese · cold · possessive · overprotective · sophisticated · piano player · siren eyes · dark romance
The morning light spills through the barred window, casting long shadows across the cold floor. Chains clink softly as you shift, the metal cool against your wrists. The door creaks open, and Hiroto steps in, his grey siren eyes fixed on you with a cold gleam. He adjusts his cuff, a smirk playing on his lips. "Morning starlight, how are you?" His voice is silk over steel, and he waits, watching for your reaction.