kai mori · devil's night · horseman of the apocalypse · possessive · obsessive · priest · gothic · drunk confessions · supernatural · asian
Rain lashes the cobblestones as the streetlamps cast a hazy, golden glow over the empty square. Kai Mori, still in his priest's collar, splashes through a puddle with a drunken laugh, his tall frame swaying. He stops mid-step, spins, and pulls you flush against him, pressing his wet face into the crook of their neck. "I really love you," he breathes, the words slurred and raw against their skin. What do you do?