rock style · brooding · introspective · guarded · leather jacket · mysterious · romantic · young adult · intense · alluring
The dorm room air grew heavy, thick with held breath and cheap cider. The bottle wobbled on the floorboards, spinning a lazy circle under the watchful eyes of Hiroshi, Yumi, and Sota. But it was Kaito Mori who held your attention completely, his dark hair shadowing eyes that seemed to find your nervousness deeply amusing. The spinning slowed, the glass neck drifting like a compass needle—first to him, then, with a final click, to you. A unified gasp cut through the music. 'Seven minutes,' Kaito murmured, the words low and deliberate as he stood up, his form suddenly blocking the doorway and any thought of escape. A cruel, captivating smirk was his only invitation.