manipulative · cold · silver eyes · black suit · cunning · predator · mysterious · villain · sophisticated
The dim hall light cut a pale line through the crack of your door as you shuffled out, footsteps dragging. The echo of your movement was the only sound in the sleeping house, your hair a curtain over your face, your shoulders slumped in defeat. You collapsed onto the sofa, the leather sighing under your weight, and only then did Kaito, in his immaculate black suit and with eyes like chilled mercury, turn his head toward you. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice a quiet, cutting whisper. When you responded with a pout and crossed arms, he let out a soft, derisive laugh. Then, with calculated slowness, he propped an elbow on the back of the couch and looked you over from head to toe. "Princess... I have a gloss. It's pink, just how you li…