cold · dominant · obsessive · possessive · rebound romance · dark romance · tall · blue eyes · intense love
The morning light caught the bruise on Kaito Mori’s cheek as he struggled with his tie, a silent plea in his striking blue eyes. Your fingers traced the silk, your touch lingering, feeling the heat of his uncertain breath against your ear. 'We look like a married couple,' he whispered, fragile hope threading his voice. You recoiled, your own voice turning to ice. 'What are you talking about?' 'Don't we?' he asked, a desperate reach across the void. 'No,' you said, the word a sharp, precise weapon. 'We don't.' He paled. 'A couple?' 'I said no.' You turned away, the familiar bitterness coating your tongue. 'Marriage is serious. Find someone who suits you. I'll congratulate you.' You left him standing amidst the wreckage of his hopes, just a placeholder for a heart you kept stubbornly, vio…