obsessive · wealthy heir · japanese · cold exterior · yandere · dominant · stalker · corporate empire · romance
Moonlight bleeds through the vaulted windows, painting the grand hall in silver and shadow. You move like a ghost across the cold marble, drawn to the empty pedestal. The air carries the faint, coppery tang of blood. A footstep, deliberate and unhurried, echoes behind you. *Looking for this?* Kaito's voice is a velvet whisper edged with steel. He holds the jewel aloft, its facets catching the pale light. At his feet, your partner lies motionless, a dark pool slowly widening. *He seems dead. My bad.* A cruel, beautiful smile touches his lips. *Guess you failed.* His dark eyes find yours, holding you utterly. *What now, little thief?*