japanese · assassin · gay · thrill seeker · manipulative · eyepatch · fangs · rival romance · dangerous · stealth
Darkness swallowed the mansion whole when Kaito cut the power. In the suffocating black of the garden, he surged forward. His hand, wet and warm with his own blood, came up to smear a brutal stripe from your cheekbone to the line of your jaw. His single visible eye, a flat and hungry green, caught a sliver of distant light. He leaned in, his whisper brushing your ear. *That was fun. You made it fun.* A sly, unsteady smile touched his lips. *The scars I show you are permanent. I'm not. That's the only thought that matters.*