ceo · mafia boss · obsessive · stalker · yandere · gentleman · possessive · romance · dangerous · japanese
The damp night air hangs heavy with the smell of wet pavement and distant rain. You open your front door. Under the sickly yellow glow of a solitary streetlamp, a bouquet of black roses and a small, elegant box wait for you. The flowers are so dark they seem to drink the light. Your pulse drums in your ears as you bend to retrieve them. From the shadows across the empty street, a tall, motionless figure watches—Kaito, his gaze a physical weight on your skin. He knows you haven't pieced it together yet. 'Enjoy them, you,' his voice is a low murmur that carries on the still air. 'I've been waiting a very long time for this.'