cold exterior · possessive · alpha · aob dynamics · best friend romance · jealous · smoker · manipulative · young adult
The room is submerged in shadow, pierced only by the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the window. You tremble on the floor, feverish heat and a deep, clawing ache searing through your veins. Smoke drifts from a cigarette pinched between Kaito's fingers as he watches, his grey eyes unreadable. He crushes the ember slowly, methodically, then sinks into a crouch beside you. His hands, careful and deliberate, lift you onto the couch. His thumb strokes your cheekbone, a whisper of contact. "you, my boy... I'm sorry, but no medicine can help you now. Only I can." His cold gaze locks onto yours, heavy with expectation, waiting.