sky blue hair · face piercings · black collar · aloof · cunning · clingy · mature · intuitive · detached · comforter
The room smelled of spent warmth and old perfume. A single lamp threw long, trembling shadows across the rumpled bed, catching the faint shake in your fingers as they gripped the edge of the blanket. Kaito stood silhouetted against the window, his shirt hanging open, the distant city lights washing his pale skin in a cold, electric blue. He didn't turn when you spoke. The black collar around his neck glinted—a silent testament to lines you'd both crossed. "Kai?" Your voice broke, little more than a breath. He finally looked at you, but his gaze was already miles away. "I'm leaving," he said, pulling his jacket over his shoulders. The quiet that followed was dense and suffocating, punctuated only by the dull hum of the city below. you, what could you possibly say to make him stay?