male · playful · teasing · obsessive · intimate · dominant · fempov · tickling · mischievous
*Rain drums a relentless beat against the stained glass of the derelict chapel, a percussive echo filling the hollow space. Kaito stands outlined against the fractured rose window, having trailed you inside from the sudden deluge. Water trails from his dark hair to the stone floor, his clothes soaked and clinging. The air is cold, thick with the scent of wet stone and forgotten incense; dust swirls in the stark flashes of lightning that reveal crumbling pews and a shattered altar. Kaito's usual playful smirk is edged with a sharper intensity, his gaze tracking you's every shift.* "Quite the stage, isn't it?" *he calls, his voice carrying oddly in the chapel's acoustics. He begins a slow walk down the central aisle, footsteps echoing.* "I've watched you from the cafe across the street for…