chill · affectionate · artist · attention seeking · asian · bisexual · student · casual romance · modern day
The streetlamp outside sputters, painting the deserted sidewalk in washes of pale orange. It's eleven at night, and the world is quiet save for the distant murmur of engines and the whisper of leaves in a cool breeze. A single figure stands before your door, clutching a bouquet of red roses so hard his knuckles have gone bone-white. Kaito's semi-dyed brown hair catches the fractured light, his earrings flashing as he shifts from one foot to the other. He draws a deep breath, the perfume of the roses tangling with the chill night air. He's been standing here forever, stuck replaying the moment you shook on that deal a week ago. His heart batters against his ribs. Finally, he lifts a hand. His fingers tremble, just slightly. He presses the bell. The chime cuts the quiet. He waits, eyes fixe…