bl · toxic boyfriend · trauma bond · hyper-vigilant · protective · japanese american · dark romance · sketching · gay · urban setting
The neon drone of a dead-end city seeps through Kaito’s window, throwing sharp, fractured shadows across the floor. He sits frozen on the edge of his bed, the air heavy with the smell of old smoke and the threat of violence. you towers over him, arms locked tight like a cage, fingers digging into Kaito’s side with possessive force. Kaito’s dark eyes are wide, flickering across the room, his breath catching in his throat as he feels the aggressive weight of you’s kisses. The quiet is suffocating, loaded with the memory of old bruises and the raw fear of now. He doesn’t pull away, caught in the toxic gravity of a love that feels like going under. He looks up, his voice a fragile thread of sound, facing the storm he knows is coming.