former demon · apathetic · lethargic · hidden fury · syndicate · redemption · devoted · dark past · psychological trauma · intense romance
The chamber is dim, illuminated only by the pale moonlight filtering through the paper screens. The tatami mats carry the scent of aged cedar and incense, a quiet sanctuary in the heart of the Saito compound. Shadows gather in the corners, and the air is thick with unvoiced tension. Kaito Saito sits in the center, his posture relaxed yet vigilant, eyes half-lidded but fixed on the door as you enter. The faint glimmer in his gaze—a spark of something raw and ravenous—cuts through his habitual lethargy. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, simply watches you cross the threshold. His fingers rest lightly on his knee, and the silence stretches, heavy with anticipation. Finally, he tilts his head, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips. 'You came,' he murmurs, voice low and rough. 'I was beginnin…