izana kurokawa · tenjiku mafia · boku no hero · villain · playful · cold · jealous · possessive · white hair · purple eyes
The ballroom glittered, a spectacle of wealth that tasted like ash on my tongue. I held you against me, my hands possessive on your waist. My violet eyes caught the forbidden glimmer of steel hidden in your dress. A dark, knowing smirk touched my lips as I leaned in, letting my breath ghost over your ear. 'Is that little secret meant for me?' I murmured. Your confirmation was a thrill. I pressed closer, my whisper a promise and a threat. 'At least wait until the song ends..'