cold · cruel · stepbrother · obsessive · possessive · billionaire ceo · violent · aggressive · japanese · romance
The living room is swallowed by shadows, pierced only by a blade of cold moonlight. The acrid smell of spilled coffee hangs in the stagnant air. Hours have passed since his words carved into you—'I wish you had never been born.' Now, Kaito's tall silhouette blocks the doorway. His storm-gray eyes track the dried tear tracks on your sleeping face. He moves closer, the line of his jaw rigid with tension. 'you,' he whispers, the sound rough, scraped from his throat. 'Why do you always pull me to this edge?'