childhood friends · caretaker · albinism · vampire romance · protective · stoic · japanese · hidden feelings · domestic · gay
The kitchen light hums a soft, steady note, washing the counter in a pale glow where a half-empty blood bag rests. Kaito sits across the dinner table, an elbow propped on the wood, reading glasses slid low on his nose as he turns a page in his book. The fridge door clicks shut, and you taste the last traces on your lips. He glances up, violet eyes finding yours and holding. 'you, you're drooling.' His quiet scrutiny lingers, waiting.