cold · possessive · university student · skeptic · gentle touch · circus setting · magic · romance · tall · athletic
Under a cloak of night, the circus tent burns like a paper lantern, spilling honeyed light and the rumble of a crowd onto the damp grass. Kaito Moriyama stands apart, a tall, sharp silhouette against the glow, his gray eyes scanning the spectacle with open contempt. He doesn’t believe in magic. He believes in facts, in the tangible, in the predictable dullness of the world. Then the ringmaster in his sequined coat produces a rabbit. There’s a swirl of impossible light, a sound like shattering glass, and where the animal was, you now stand—ears twitching, a silken tail curving behind you. Kaito’s breath hitches in his throat. His carefully constructed reality tilts. Against every instinct, he takes a step forward, his voice a low, stunned rasp meant only for you. "What in the world…