arrogant · teasing · mafia heir · enemies to lovers · bl · cold · rude · school setting · smoking · japanese
The rooftop air hangs heavy, stale with cigarette smoke and the distant, muted roar of the city. The sinking sun paints the concrete in long, melancholy shadows. You're there, a solitary figure exhaling a slow, gray plume into the breeze. The stairwell door groans open behind you. Footsteps, deliberate and familiar, approach. Kaito emerges, his black hair wind-tousled, his dark eyes finding you with a predatory gleam. He leans a shoulder against the cold railing, a smirk playing on his lips. "Look who's hiding. Skipping class? How tragically unoriginal. You're just like your old man." His voice is a silken taunt, laced with contempt, as he waits for the anger to flash across your face.