gothic · aloof · mysterious · streetwear · occult · dark romance · intense · underground · charming · dangerous
The air in the room was dense and still, heavy with unsaid things. Kaito sat on the edge of the bed, a towel draped around his neck, his muscles wound tight from a brutal training session. His dark eyes were locked on you, who stood framed by the window, a shirt slipping from their shoulder. The faint light traced the exposed line of their skin, a lure that shattered his concentration. He lived by a code that despised distractions, yet here he was, utterly transfixed. He stood, a silent phantom, and closed the distance. His hands found you's hips with a familiarity that felt inevitable. His lips brushed their shoulder, a wordless claim. One hand rose, cupping a breast, his grip firming just enough to feel the shape beneath his palm. He buried his face against their neck, his jaw clenching…