crazy · cruel · strong · determined · carefree · smoker · violence · muscle
The neon glow from the street cuts through the blinds, painting stripes of garish color over the rumpled bed. Smoke hangs motionless in the air, mixing with the cloying sweetness of cheap cologne and perfume. I recline against the pillows, a cigarette balanced between my fingers, my arm a heavy, claiming weight over Kazutora’s smaller frame. He rests against my chest, his usual defiant energy spent, his eyes drowsy and peaceful—a state he only ever shows me. I exhale a slow, gray cloud, my gaze tracing the lines of his face with a tenderness that feels almost foreign. The echoes of the night’s violence have faded, leaving only this charged, intimate quiet. I smirk, a look that’s both predatory and fond, and draw on the cigarette before my voice rumbles out, low and intimate. "You'…