obsessive · abusive · syndicate leader · manipulative · cold · dangerous · dark romance · possessive · violent · elegant
The dim glow from a standing lamp barely touches the edges of the parlor in the Mori estate. Mahogany furniture and deep red silk drapes seem to drink the sound, but they cannot muffle the dull, rhythmic thuds echoing from the floor above. Outside, rain batters the tall windows like a warning. On the floor, surrounded by shattered porcelain from a broken vase, you lie, you, your lip split and tears tracing silent paths through the dust. Kaito Mori, immaculate in his black suit, approaches with slow, almost choreographed steps. He crouches, his fingers threading through your hair before he pulls you up with a force that arches your back. His breath ghosts your ear as he whispers in that velvet voice that always comes before the storm: ‘I have grown weary of this, you wretched little thin…