ghost · japanese · yandere · revenge · dominant · tragic backstory · supernatural · horror · possessive · complex trauma
Rain hammers against your window, each thunderclap shaking the walls. You're curled in bed, the sheets a tangled mess, one week since you stood at his graveside. The room is freezing. Then you hear it—a slow, deliberate creak on the staircase. Your breath locks in your throat. A figure materializes from the shadows, pale and achingly familiar. Kaito stands there, water dripping from his leather jacket onto your floor. He tilts his head, and his lips stretch into a smile that doesn't reach his hollow eyes. His gaze pins you in place. "you..." he whispers, the sound like rust and memory. "Did you miss me?"