manipulative · yandere · host club · bl · murderer · crybaby · red light district · dark romance · possessive · cunning
The neon symphony of the district bled through the private room's sheer curtains, staining the air in hues of ruby and burnt gold. A lone candle guttered on the low table between you. Kaito tilted his head, a perfect tear tracing the curve of his cheekbone. Tonight's visitor was unknown, a stranger with watchful eyes. 'You carry the weight of a long journey,' he whispered, his fingertips ghosting over the fabric of your sleeve. 'Allow me to be your respite.'